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      Spike_Witwicky, Barricade/Starscream
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      Optimus_Prime, Starscream_(Transformers), Bumblebee_(Transformers),
      Soundwave_(Transformers), Barricade_(Transformers), Blackout_
      (Transformers), Arcee_(Transformers), Megatron_(Transformers)
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      Published: 2015-10-31 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 31605
****** Transformers: Energon City (Complete) ******
by MisterCottontail
Summary
     Originally published in 2008, and updated in 2014, this is the
     complete version of Transformers: Energon City.
     This fanfiction is not meant to be taken seriously. A little bit of
     comedy, a little bit of over=the-top sex, and no small amount of pure
     vulgarity. Enter at your own risk. With Optimus Prime, leader of the
     Autobot task force, and Megatron, ruling the Decepticon criminal
     empire, clashing for control of Energon City, casualties are
     unavoidable. But war leads to passion, and there is no shortage of
     romance, deceit, and betrayal left in the wake of these battling
     superpowers. Rivals become lovers, and partners become enemies. As
     the bodies stack up and the relationships blossom, one thing is for
     sure: this city will never be the same.
***** Prologue - Beachcomber *****
***Logging on to Autobots Information Network………
***Retrieving file “Decepticon Office Intelligence 3/16/1997”
***File Directory: ftp.ain.net/intel/31697/DOI/Diary.txt
***Displaying file…………………….
Jh987d(*&*3875jh390849578976ffice of Megatron
April 3rd, 1984
To celebrate my recent promotion to district manager, I have decided to spend a
weekend in Miami, Florida. It will give me a chance to unwind and get away from
the executive grind. I don’t think I will have to worry about running into
anyone I know, as it will be the opposite side of the country, so I shall
finally be able to explore the gay culture that I have so recently become a
part of. I understand that several clubs exist in the area, that cater
specifically to a gay crowd. I wish to visit these establishments.
April 13th, 1984
I just stepped off the plane in Miami. In order to blend in, I have left most
of my wardrobe in Energon City, and am traveling only with my log and some
beach wear. I hope it will suffice.
Apri*%&%&4499
898$$959809g0(4gjjgd004_$ club called “Cock-A-Doodle.” From the street, the
music sounded pleasurable, so I decided to step inside. The club was amazing. I
have never seen anything like it. The floor was filled with beautiful men, all
dancing in thongs, or bikinis. Colored lights flashed across the room, and a
strobe or two beat with the pulses of bass. I observed the man playing this
music, what they call a DJ. His name was DJ Sunstreaker. He was gorgeous!! He
was a very well built hunk of a man, with long black dreadlocks framing his
face. After his set finished, I approached him with a proposition. In return
for showing me a good time, I offered him a record deal with my company, should
he want to pursue this electronic music he was so obsessed with. Sunstreaker
agreed.
We spent most of the evening hopping from bar to bar, I honestly fail to
remember the majority of them. My head is still spinning even as I write this.
After a quaint little club called “Meathook,” we ended up back at my hotel
room. Sunstreaker snorted some white substance and disrobed. Taut mocha skin
stretched across his muscular physique. Sunstreaker’s penis is enormous. I can
see it from here, as he sleeps on my bed. It must be at least ten inches long.
Anyway, Sunstreaker presented me with this gargantuan member, and beckoned
silently for me to approach him. I crawled on all fours across the plush
comforter, and pulled his cock into my mouth. It hardened in the moist heat,
and I wrapped my tongue around it. I spun my tongue around the head of his
cock, gently pumping it’s base with my hands. Sunstreaker was eerily silent as
I opened my lips and forced my throat to accept the unyielding erection.
Sunstreaker began to sway on his feet, so I freed his wang from my jaws and
pulled the beefcake onto my bed. Sunstreaker tore my shorts off, exposing my
meager seven inches, and flipped me over until my face was buried in pillows
and discarded blankets. He used his experienced fingers to stretch my asshole
until it would capable of wrapping around his shaft, before pulling me up by
the hips to penetrate me. The room filled with the odor of our sweat as DJ
Sunstreaker slid his massive cock into me, filling my ass with ten inches of
flesh. He came inside me, gasping as it spilled out and ran down my thighs. I
came as well, mostly through manual stimulation, running my fingers across my
dick as Sunstreaker’s final thrusts grinded against pleasurable spots that were
as of yet unexplored.
April 15th, 1984
Sunstreaker was missing when I awoke, though I found a large plastic bag that
contained a handful of the white powder Sunstreaker had inhaled the night
before. I mimicked his act, and after snorting a large pinch, found myself in a
strange state. I believe I was talking rather loudly, because I gathered a lot
of stares as I made the rounds of bars and clubs on the main strip. A few hours
ago, I met a young man named Optimus Prime. He has a confusing obsession with
the American justice system, and was drinking to help deal with the pain of his
crumbling marriage. He had apparently recently married a rather wealthy woman,
but only a few years in, they were already having problems. Prime never
specified, but I sensed that his sexual tastes were perhaps a bit liberal
compared to hers. He mentioned a sex act I had not heard of before, and still
do not understand, autoerotic asphyxiation, and that she had hated it for some
reason. She had said that dying during sex was one of her worst phobias. I was
very confused by such a private outburst, but I was too high to care. I left
the miserable man and went to bed.
April 16th, 1%(8444kk3o30358*
While on my way to the airport, I stopped by the closest bar to my hotel for
one final drink. I was surprised to find Prime again. He was very drunk, and I
had finished off the rest of Sunstreaker’s drugs. I told him that my flight
could wait, I was thinking about staying an extra day anyway. I asked him if he
knew any good ways to get off. He said he did.
An hour later, we were in my hotel room after a quick trip shopping. Optimus
had tied me to the office chair in the room, binding my arms and legs to the
chair’s arms and legs, respectively. Optimus dressed me in thigh-high fishnet
stockings and covered my lips with ruby red lipstick. He had sucked on my cock
long enough to give me an erection, and then tied a strip of leather around it
at the base. I found that I maintained the erection despite any lack of
attention, simply because of its placement.
Optimus was completely nude, and grew a large boner just from watching me
squirm in the chair. He approached me, and fell to his knees, planting his hot
mouth on my cock. I screamed with pleasure as he took me deep into his throat,
the walls of his esophagus tightening around my shaft. I felt an orgasm
building, and I threw my head back as I prepared to cum. A second passed, then
two, and the orgasm would not come. It was the leather! The cock ring prevented
me from actually cumming, but I soon had a dry orgasm nonetheless. The
sensation was incredible, shivers racked my body, but I was still unable to cum
because of the ring. I opened my eyes to find Optimus’ erection moving toward
my face. He planted a strong hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth
around his cock. He squeezed his balls as he fucked my throat, relishing the
whimpers that occasionally escaped me. After a few minutes of silent thrusts,
the married man began to grunt, and hastened his thrusting. I knew he was about
to cum, and I braced myself for it. He shocked me by pulling his cock from my
mouth, and landed a hard punch against my jaw. Stars exploded in my vision, and
as I began to scream obscenities at him, he came, shooting thick cum across my
startled face.
Optimus began to suck my cock again, bringing me onto the verge of another
orgasm, before abruptly stopping. “I think I hear someone coming.” He said. I
was about to reply, “Yes, that’s me,” when I heard footsteps as well. Optimus
hastily threw on a bathrobe from the hotel bathroom, and started for the door.
“Sorry,” he said, “But I have a reputation to maintain.” He grabbed the remnant
of my cash from the end table nearby and walked swiftly out the door. I heard
voices from the hall as the door began to close. The first was new, “Hello
officer, I haven’t seen you around in a while.” The next was Optimus, “I know,
I’ve been patrolling the other side of town, mostly. I’m just here for a quick
dip in the pool.” The other again, “Well, I’ve got to go check on someone that
should have checked out this…” They faded as the door shut. I sat in silence,
muttering to myself. Soon, the bellboy keyed himself into my room, and found
me.
I told him to stop fucking gawking, and to remove the leather ring from my
cock. He was so shocked that he actually listened, and was rewarded with a
mouthful of my cum as I finally released it into his gaping face.
For now, I’m riding a plane back to Energon City to start my new career as he
(%**5jj4($*(%*6#33anking. I swear though, someday I will have my revenge on
that fucking cop Optimus Prime. I just don’t know when.
***Intelligence of no use…File encrypted
***Exit AIN? Y/N………Y
***** Starscream's Assignment *****
Chapter Summary
     The Deceptions' infiltration expert, Starscream, is sent on a crucial
     reconnaissance mission: babysitting.
     Bumblebee and his boyhood companion Sam (Or Shia, as he is often
     called) take swift advantage of the young Decepticon's presence, and
     take things very far, very quickly.
Starscream sighed heavily, staring at the wooden door in front of him. He
begrudgingly agreed to Megatron’s plan, mainly in an effort to dispel any
doubts the leader had about his loyalty. How this, of all things, would help
the Decepticons was beyond him, all he knew is that Megatron wanted him to be
here, and to do this job. Starscream raised his fist to knock on the door, when
it unexpectedly opened for him.
 
A tall, muscular man filled the doorway. It was Optimus. Fear filled
Starscream’s face, but Optimus didn’t recognize him. Of course he wouldn’t, not
with the disguise Megatron provided. He was wearing a large amount of makeup,
and a black wig with an asymmetrical cut. Optimus looked concerned at
Starscream’s unexplainable terror.
 
“You…you startled me.” Starscream stammered, altering his voice just slightly.
 
“I apologize.” Optimus replied, “I did not mean to surprise you, but you were
standing at the door for some time.”
 
“I didn’t know if this was the right house. I’m here to…to…” He couldn’t finish
it.
 
“To baby-sit, correct?” He smiled broadly, guiding Starscream inside with a
massive hand. Starscream nodded and slowly entered the suburban home. He heard
muffled laughter coming from a room down the hall.
 
“The boys are playing in the back. I don’t know if I mentioned it during our
communication on the telephone, but my son’s friend Samuel is here as well. I
assume that will not be a problem?” Starscream shook his head. “Excellent. I
must be off to work, I shall return at 1600 hours.” Optimus waved goodbye and
walked swiftly out the front door, pulling it closed behind him. Starscream
watched him go, blushing heavily when he realized how much he focused on the
Autobot leader’s sculpted ass.
 
“What are you staring at?” The voice from the hall shocked Starscream back into
the present. He whirled around to see a young, tan boy, about 13 years old.
Bumblebee. Starscream quickly moved to conceal his erection, hoping his
eyeliner would draw attention away from his flushed cheeks.
 
“I was making sure your old man didn’t fall into traffic,” he snarled.
Bumblebee was shocked by the comment. Good, thought Starscream, Maybe he’ll
just leave me the fuck alone now. “Go back to playing with your boyfriend and
I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Bumblebee visibly weighed his options,
before nodding and retreating to the back room. Finally free, Starscream began
his second objective, investigating the Autobot leader’s home. The teenager
headed into the nearest room to begin his search.
 ---
Bumblebee walked back into the living room after his confrontation with the new
babysitter. Bumblebee was constantly infuriated by his father’s lack of faith
in him, and having a babysitter at 13 was just another way he showed it. Sam
(or Shia, as Bumblebee affectionately called him) was lying on the sofa, half
asleep. The boys were up most of the previous night playing some of their
favorite games. Currently, Shia was wearing a large tee shirt that ended around
his athletic thighs. The thin white fabric flowed over the boy’s lithe form,
before it stopped, bunched up just above Shia’s navel. Here the white color
gave way to velvety tan skin before starting up again in the old boxers he
wore. The boxers, much like the shirt, were too big for the boy, and they
accidentally afforded Bumblebee a peek at the curve of Shia’s youthful cock.
 
Bumblebee swallowed, his heart beating quickly. Shia looked up at him, yawning,
his pouty lips forming a large O that reminded Bumblebee of more pleasurable
moments in their friendship. The Autobot strutted over to his friend, letting
his hands stroll down his athletic form. He hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his briefs, pulling just enough for Shia to see the smooth
hairlessness of his lower abdomen. Shia stirred, pulling himself upright enough
to get a better view of his lover. Unknowingly, his legs fell apart, and his
cock fell into view of the loose leg hole in his hand-me-down boxers. Bumblebee
stopped at the end of the couch, raising one arm to run his fingers through his
ear-length blonde hair. His other hand strayed south, under white cotton, to
grasp his growing member.
 
“What about the babysitter?” Shia asked, his own hand exploring his nether
regions.
 
“Don’t worry, baby,” Bumblebee smirked, “I took care of him.”
 ---
Starscream tore through the bedroom, muttering angrily under his breath. Why
couldn’t that old bastard do this himself? Starscream hated Megatron, but he
was forced to admit that without the old man’s money and influence, he wouldn’t
be nearly as well off as he was. Every now and then though, he had to do shit
work. Optimus’s master bedroom was minimally designed, but he had still managed
to keep a lot of useless shit in it. Where is that fucking All Spark?
Starscream’s eye moved to the armoire in the corner of the room. Of course! How
predictable! Starscream rushed over and threw open the doors.
 ---
Bumblebee kneeled in the pile of discarded clothing, admiring the young body
before him. Shia was stretched out on the couch, nude, a thin beading of sweat
beginning to cover his flawless skin. His erect boyhood stood straight up from
the horizontal form, twitching at every breath. Shia panted.
 
“Please. I can’t stand it with you staring at me like that, please take me.”
Bumblebee leaned in, and kissed his lover. Their tongues met as Shia’s hand
rose to hold Bumblebee’s face. Bumblebee gently gripped Shia’s erection,
moaning as Shia subconsciously humped at his fist.
 ---
Dildos. The whole armoire was filled with dildos of all sizes and hues.
Starscream stood in absolute shock and horror.
 
“What?!” He couldn’t hold it in. “What the fuck?” Starscream slowly reached out
and poked a long black object, which fell limply to the floor. He bent to
examine it, but his attention was drawn to a stack of photos poorly hidden
amongst clothing on the bottom of the armoire. They were amateur shots, but
they were like nothing he had seen before. It was Optimus, blindfolded and tied
to a chair. The photos documented a series of sexual perversions, including
several shots of a young blonde boy sucking the Autobot’s enormous cock.
Starscream couldn’t be sure from the angle, but the boy looked very familiar…
 ---
Bumblebee pulled Shia onto the floor, both boys completely enraptured by the
smell of their lust. Bumblebee explored every inch of his lover, his lips
dancing quickly across neck and shoulder. Shia moaned loudly into his ear, his
hot breath breezing across Bumblebee’s cheek. They sat facing each other, legs
spread, with Shia’s on top, wrapping around Bumblebee’s back. This put their
cocks within inches of each other, as they both reached across to fondle each
other.
 
“My God!” Shia groaned, “Fuck! Make me cum Bumblebee!” He bit his lip, gasping
loudly as a trickle of blood ran down his chin. Bumblebee pumped Shia’s cock,
his fingers dancing around the delicate head, until finally, Shia shouted as he
came. His cum sprayed across Bumblebee’s chest. Seconds later, Bumblbee
climaxed, filling Shia’s fist with boycum. The two boys fell backward, sprawled
spread eagle on the carpet, their erections throbbing in unison.
 ---
Starscream ignored the shout from the back room, attributing it to rough
housing. His tight feminine jeans were gathered around his ankles, his belt
buckle, a gold jet, jingling softly with his every movement. His cock had been
recently freed from the girly underwear Megatron’s costume required. Starscream
panted heavily as he stroked his swollen cock. He massaged his balls with his
free hand, relishing in the sensation of the silky material against his most
sensitive skin. Some of Optimus’s incestuous photos were propped up against the
pillows of his master bed. Starscream kept telling himself that this was just
an excuse to further humiliate the Autobot boss, and satisfied his nagging mind
with images of the shocked leader finding Starscream’s seed spread across his
bed.
 
Starscream spat into his palm, for better lubrication, before continuing to
masturbate. His eyes danced from photo to photo. First a close up of
Bumblebee’s ten year old face covered in his father’s cum, then some unknown
girl straddling Optimus’s lap, her body limp, his cock forced into her young
pussy. The last photo, Starscream’s favorite, featured a bound Optimus, being
brutally whipped by a masked man that greatly resembled the medic, Ratchet, as
thick cum dripped from the leader’s cock. Starscream groaned as his orgasm
approached. He squeezed his balls tighter, the silk rubbing sensually against
him. He maneuvered his pinky around so that it could press the silk against his
asshole, as the fire began to build in the base of his cock. The first drops of
cum escaped, and he groaned as he shoved his silk-covered pinky into his ass.
Starscream’s hips shook as he thrust forward, spraying cum onto the spotless
comforter of his master’s most hated enemy.
 ---
Bumblebee lay naked on the carpet, brushing at the fibers that scratched his
smooth, round butt. The tip of his cock was still sticky with cum, but his
erection had temporarily subsided. Shia lay next to him, resting his beautiful
head on Bumblebee’s chest. The boy’s breath excited his nipples, but Bumblebee
struggled to repress the pleasure. Shia needed rest, surely.
 
There was a creak in the hall. The babysitter! Bumblebee had forgotten, and now
he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.
 
“Shit!” Bumblebee sat up quickly, letting Shia’s head fall to the floor.
 
“Dammit! What’s gotten into you all of a…” Shia was cut off by the sound of the
living room door opening. The boys were caught. Starscream stood in the
doorway, his jaw hanging limply. He took in the room. Clothing left in a pile
by the sofa, two young boys, naked, still dripping cum from their undeveloped
cocks. He saw the perfect curve of Shia’s ass, the gathering of sweat in the
small of his back. He saw the drop of semen clinging to Bumblebee’s nipple,
since forgotten. He saw the slick pout of Bumblebee’s lips. Lips that were once
wrapped around Optimus Prime’s cock. He heard Bumblebee swallow in fear, and
thought of him swallowing a mouthful of his father’s cum.
 
“What the hell?” Starscream prayed that his jeans wouldn’t betray his arousal,
but the sensation of the silk man thong tightening around his erection proved
to him that it was a big one. The boys were just as shocked as he was. Shia
scooted across the room to the couch, attempting to cover himself with his
discarded boxers. Bumblebee fell to his knees, his small cock bouncing as he
fell.
 
“Please…please don’t tell my father, he’ll…he’ll...” Bumblebee trailed off,
tears coming to his eyes. Starscream swallowed hard, and tried to regain some
air of authority.
 
“Of course I have to tell him. Am I supposed to let this sinful activity go on
behind his back?” Two tears drew lines down Bumblebee’s cheeks. Starscream’s
boner throbbed. “Of course, I suppose I could be persuaded to let it slide, if
for no other reason than to spare him the shame.” Starscream gestured toward
Shia, who was desperately hiding behind a wad of clothing.
 
“Please, please don’t tell him.” Bumblebee only knew of one way to persuade
people, something he remembered from his childhood. He crawled on hands and
knees over to the imposing teen.
 
Starscream looked down at the boy, his cock screaming for freedom. Optimus’s
son was in front of him on his hands and knees! What would Megatron think about
this? Starscream reached a hand under Bumblebee’s chin, drawing him up to a
kneeling position. Bumblebee’s head was even with Starscream’s belt buckle. He
knew what to do. Sobbing softly, Bumblbee pulled the belt free, and popping the
three-button fly, let the jeans fall to the floor. He gasped at the outline of
Starscream’s huge cock throbbing against the tight silk. It’s head poked out
over the waistband of the thong, a pearl of pre-cum already topping it.
Bumblebee slipped his small hands around the waistband, and yanked the garment
downward, watching in amazement as Starscream’s cock bobbed toward him. He
grasped it’s base with one hand and licked it’s length fully with his pink
tongue.
 
Starscream planted his hand on the back of Bumblebee’s head, burying his
fingers in the blonde waves of his hair. He pulled the boy toward him, slipping
the head of his cock into his waiting mouth. Starscream sighed as he felt the
warmth of tears dripping onto his thighs. This job was suddenly worth it.
 
Shia stared from the couch, both upset and turned on at the sight of his lover
being used by this stranger. Despite the emotions he knew he should be feeling,
the sounds of Bumblebee gagging on Starscream’s cock was creating a physical
response in his loins. Shia gathered his courage and let his protective
clothing fall to the floor, revealing his erection to the intruder. Starscream
took notice of the boy and called him over.
 
“One slut isn’t enough to get you two out of trouble. Get over here.” Shia
slowly walked over, a red flush covering his pre-pubescent face. “Lay under
Bumblebee, between his legs. I want to watch you pleasure him while he
pleasures me.” Bumblebee stood long enough for Shia to fulfill the new orders,
and resumed his position, now sitting on Shia’s stomach, allowing the other
boy’s cock to rest in the curve of his ass. Bumblebee quickly pulled
Starscream’s cock back into his mouth, opening his throat to let the older boy
enter him more deeply. Starscream moaned slowly, as the heat of the youth’s
throat surrounded his cock. He’d never gotten head like this before. He watched
as his shaft disappeared between the plump pink lips. Bumblebee’s boy cock was
not at an angle for Shia to suck, so he was forced to simply lick at it, while
cupping Bumblebee’s ass, simultaneously grinding his cock against it.
Starscream smiled.
 
“Why rub that ass when you can fill it?” Shia looked up, surprised to be
addressed. Starscream pulled Bumblebee up, positioning the boy’s taut ass over
Shia’s prick. He spat on Shia’s boyhood, and hoping it was enough lube, pushed
Bumblebee down on top of it. Both boys gasped as Shia entered, and Bumblebee’s
cock jumped wildly. Bumblebee let out a soft huff as he instinctively began to
rise and fall on Shia’s cock. Shia whined rather loudly, desperately drawing
breath as his arousal peaked.
 
“Fuck!” He yelled, “That feels so fucking incredible! Your ass is so tight
Bumblebee! Fuck, I think I’m going…I’m going to cum in your ass!” Shia moaned
loudly, clawing at Bumblebee’s thighs as he began thrusting into his
unforgiving ass. Bumblebee stroked his cock in quick pumps, gasping as he
breathed.
 
“Fuck me…Fuck me Shia! Your cock feels so good in me!” Bumblebee shrieked as
orgasm racked his body, he came hard, covering Shia’s chest and mouth. His ass
contracted, squeezing Shia’s cock and taking him to new heights. Shia gulped,
swallowing his boy lover’s cum as he ejected his own into Bumblebee’s spasming
asshole. The boys separated, and Bumblebee fell onto his back. Shia moved over
him to clean the remaining cum from Bumblebee’s dick, licking every sensitive
inch. Bumblebee shuddered, still feeling the intense orgasm, when he felt a
calloused hand on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Starscream pinching his
left nipple.
 
“You think you’re done? I don’t remember you earning shit from me.” Bumblebee
looked up in terror. Starscream smiled again. He pulled the young boy up onto
his knees before pushing him over onto all fours. The boy’s nubile body
quivered under Starscream’s touch, his perfectly round ass broke into
goosebumps.
 
“Please Starscream, I want your cock too. Please fuck me with your cock, sir.”
 
“Sir? I like that, slut. I like that a lot.” Starscream knelt behind him,
pulling the youth up by the hips. Bumblebee’s asshole was still slick with
Shia’s cum, and after a loud, hard slap, Starscream positioned his cock at the
budding asshole. “Ask me again slut.”
 
“I need your cock, sir, please fill me with your cock.” Starscream obliged,
slowly piercing Bumblebee with his massive girth. The twelve-year-old screamed
as Starscream filled him, but the boy’s pain only brought the decepticon more
pleasure. He pulled back slowly, leaving only his head in Bumblebee’s ass,
before driving his full length in again.
 
Starscream was amazed. This boy’s ass was better than any pussy he had had
before. It felt like Bumblebee was milking him, pulling his cock in as deep and
as hard as it could. Starscream’s makeup ran with sweat as he thrust furiously
into the boy’s hole. Cum joined with blood to lubricate the pounding. Already?
Immpossible! Starscream groaned as he felt his orgasm growing. He dug his nails
into Bumblebee’s hips, causing the boy to let out another scream of pain.
Starscream squeezed tighter, reveling in the youth’s cries, crying out himself
as he felt liquid heat flowing through his shaft. He thrust in one final time,
burying the entire length of his cock into the young autobot’s ass. He screamed
as cum erupted from his cock, spilling out of Bumblebee’s ass.
 
Bumblebee fell forward and rolled over, his tiny cock throbbing with desire.
The scent of the boy drove both Shia and Starscream into a daze as bumblebee
desperately jacked off, cumming in seconds, moaning as the white fluid shot
from his boyhood, falling to join the growing puddle beneath him.
 ---
Starscream stepped out of Megatron’s penthouse office, face stinging from the
retribution of another failed mission. On most day’s, he would drown his hatred
in alcohol or self-injury, but today he had another appointment. He headed back
to his apartment to apply some eyeliner, after all, he had to baby-sit that
afternoon…
 
 
***** Assault and Battery *****
Chapter Summary
     Loyalties are called into question, and the true dark side of power
     is revealed when Megatron discovers a budding relationship between
     lackey Starscream and Optimus Prime's teenage son, Bumblebee. How far
     is Starscream willing to go to protect the young blond? How many
     morals is he willing to ignore to keep his place among the
     Decepticons?
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains multiple incidents of rape. It is not subtle,
     it is not romanticized. Just your fair warning.
Noah stepped out of his apartment, casually locking the door. He strolled down
the street at a moderate pace, in no particular hurry. He hit the street corner
just as the light changed, stepping confidently across the intersection.
Soundwave met him at the opposite side, and kept pace. Noah was dwarfed by the
hulking frame of Megatron’s favorite thug. Soundwave climbed up to be the
Decepticons’ second in command through betrayal and blackmail. He had a habit
of recording conversations and holding on to them for later use. The two spoke
softly, never gesturing, eyes locked straight ahead, as two strangers on the
same road.
 
“Boss has another job for you, Blackout.” Soundwave addressed Noah by the only
name the Decepticons knew him by. It was his working name, and it was accurate.
None of Blackout’s victims would see light again.
 
“What else is new, chum?”
 
“Don’t be cute, many eyes are watching us these days.”
 
“My target?”
 
“Prime’s ex. Seems the old whore finally turned up in the industrial quarter.”
 
“I guess we know where the money from that divorce ended up.”
 
“What do you think is funding those Autobot pigs? Paper routes?” Soundwave
laughed at his own joke. Thick spittle flew from his gaping mouth. Blackout was
disgusted.
 
Optimus Prime’s ex-wife was the heiress of a prosperous oil company oversees.
Her name was Elita. The once youthful woman had lost everything in an ugly
divorce with the Autobots’ leader. She fell off the radar and disappeared
several years ago, partially out of shame, and partially out of fear. Prime’s
enemies were well known. Even excluding the Autobots, the police of Energon
City were not fond of Prime. His definition of justice was hazy, at best, and
his tactics were often far from legal. His money and power kept him above the
law, and his methods kept him as low as Megatron, at least in Blackout’s eyes.
 
“So what are we talking here,” Blackout began, “Wine and dine? Scare tactics?
What?”
 
“Dead, Blackout. Megatron wants her dead. Don’t bother with niceties either, he
wants it to be quick and brutal. I guess he thinks a violent murder is more
likely to make the front page than a subtle hit. Megatron wants Prime to know.”
 
Blackout wasn’t happy. He hated murdering people; there was no fun in it. An
assassination, or a good stealth hit was more his style. Blackout killed for
the thrill of stalking his victim, waiting for the right time, the moment when
they would step out of view, never to return. He was an expert at making people
disappear. But murder? Murder was boring. Anyone could do it. Ah well, he
thought, the money’s right.
---
The office was quiet; Megatron was at peace. Soon, his plan would be moving
forward, and he could pick up the pieces again. Starscream had failed to find
the Allspark, but he had brought back so much more. Megatron had had no idea
that Optimus’s son would be so unguarded, so trusting. He smiled.
 
Miles away, a public bus lurched down the road, carting two Decepticon thugs
out of Energon City. Skywarp belched loudly, spraying nearby passengers with
small fragments of apple. He chuckled to himself before tearing another huge
chunk of flesh from the fruit in his ape-like hand. Thundercracker felt his
stomach turn. He was used to Skywarp’s etiquette, that hadn’t bothered him, but
he knew what the next stop on this line was. Thundercracker was to get off at
the next stop with his partner, and they were to bring Megatron a gift. The bus
intercom crackled to life.
 
“Next Stop Ark Meadows! Ark Meadows!” The suburb rolled past the windows as
Skywarp stood up.
 
“Think we should wrap him up in a bow, or just deliver him naked?” Skywarp
grinned, causing another wave of nausea to strike Thundercracker.
---
Bumblebee’s cock spasmed, and he let a puff of hot breath escape his lips. Shia
barely noticed, his attention was on his own pleasure. Bumblebee was above him,
looking down on the boy he loved. He thrust slowly, cautiously, and he moaned
every time Shia pushed back, lifting his hips from the carpet. Bumblebee sped
his motion, breathing in rhythm with his thrusts. Shia shouted, biting into his
arm to stifle the noise. There was a pause, and Shia felt his lover’s cum
running out of him. He closed his eyes. He felt Bumblebee exit him, felt the
other boy’s hands grasp him. Fire flowed through Shia’s body, he arched his
back and came, gasping as it rained around them.
 
BAMF! Shia was surprised by the noise.
 
“Bumblebee? Was that you?” He opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of a
killer. He screamed. There was nothing else to do.
 
Thundercracker was sprinting out of the house, clutching the nude, squirming
son of his enemy. He looked back. What is that idiot still doing in there?!
Skywarp was crouching over the other boy, laughing. He threw a hand out,
pinning the screaming child to the floor. Thundercracker stopped. Please, no.
Don’t kill him too, Skywarp. This child’s fate is bad enough for both of them.
Skywarp pulled a large hunting knife from his waistband. He was cackling like a
lunatic, greasy long hair blowing across his face. Skywarp pulled the knife up,
clutching it with a white-knuckled grip. No! Skywarp no! Shia stopped
screaming. He closed his eyes.
 
“NOOOOOOOO!”
 
They ran from the house, all hope of stealth now gone. Skywarp could only
teleport once a day without rest, and with his current mood, Thundercracker
wasn’t sure he’d want to teleport with him anyway. Bumblebee hung limply around
his shoulders, easily knocked unconscious with one blow. Curious neighbors
poked their heads through open doors, or around curtains, and watched,
silently, as the two ran by. Call someone! Thundercracker though desperately.
There’s still time, why don’t you do something!? The black limo was idling at
the next street, back door open, waiting for them. To Thundercracker it looked
like the open jaws of some great predator, seconds from snapping shut.
---
Starscream turned down the road leading into Ark Meadows, a suburb that had
become very familiar to him lately. Over the past few weeks, he had been
stopping by Prime’s house regularly. As far as Megatron knew, he was working
surveillance, not getting his cock sucked. It was a good arrangement, though
Starscream had to admit he was starting to care for the little blonde slut. He
heard tires screeching and turned down another block to avoid unwanted
attention, ducking behind some trees just as a black limo sped past.
---
Blackout peered in the back window of the second story apartment. He was
perched on the rusted fire escape that looked more like a guaranteed death than
an escape. Simple security system, hard wired into the building’s power. Not a
problem. Noah hopped backward, grabbing onto the rickety steel before dropping
to the alley beneath him. The fuse box was probably in the basement, so that
became his goal. He dug through the debris and filth of the city, finally
hurling aside a garbage bag to reveal a decently sized window. He deftly
flipped open a pair of butterfly knives, and got to work jamming them into the
rotted wood frame.
 
Noah dropped into the hall, gently laying the deconstructed window on the
asphalt outside. The hall was dark, and reeked of mildew. Noah finally felt
safe. With little effort, he traced the exposed wiring back to a forgotten
utility closet and laid his hand on the cold aluminum surface of the fuse box.
Noah concentrated, and with hardly a sound, sent an electro-magnetic pulse
through the building’s wiring. Every television, phone, microwave, and light
bulb simultaneously fried, sending the building into darkness.
 
Blackout retraced his steps outside, carefully replacing the window. He quickly
ran to the front of the building, where he threw open the front door. He
silently climbed the stairs, and paused outside the door to Elita’s apartment.
He heard heavy breathing from inside. Sleeping. Blackout was disappointed. He
broke into the apartment to find the woman he was sent to kill.
 
Elita was sleeping nude, a cheap sheet was her only cover. Blackout observed,
taking in the rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts were exposed,
surprisingly perky for her age. The sheet followed the gentle curve of her
stomach before cascading like a waterfall to the floor. Her pubic hair had been
shaved clean, revealing the smooth cleft of her pussy. Blackout was glad she
was attractive, it seemed he could have some fun before she died. He approached
her, massaging his growing erection. Oh yes, there would be fun.
 
Blackout fell onto Elita, forcibly clutching her throat to drown any screams
before they escaped. She awoke, coughing, but mercifully quiet. Blackout stared
into her eyes, a gorgeous crystal blue. He saw the terror there, basked in it.
Elita clawed at his muscular arm, but his grip was unrelenting. The woman must
have bitten her tongue, because small droplets of blood were now visible on the
ivory white of her skin. Blackout stuck two dirty fingers into her mouth,
pushing them into the start of her throat. Withdrawing them, he examined the
collected saliva.
 
“That should do, though this may still hurt a bit.” Blackout laughed as he
moved his fingers downward, manipulating the lubricant into the folds of
Elita’s vagina. She wriggled beneath him, suffocating from his tight hold on
her neck. Blackout pulled his throbbing cock from his open fly, using his
powerful legs to spread the feminine limbs of his victim. She was forcibly open
to him. Blackout nudged the head of his cock into Elita’s pussy, amazed at how
tight the hole was. The woman had clearly been celibate since her divorce. Her
spit had not been enough to ease Blackout’s entrance, and he was forced to
withdraw.
 
Blackout loosened his grip enough for Elita to catch a lungful of air. He
wanted her to live until he finished. She began to scream, and so Blackout
dropped his free fist into her face. He had broken her nose, but the violence
ended her outcries. He listened to her raspy breaths, and after deciding she
was no longer on the verge of death, slammed his hand back around her throat,
forcing her head back into the mattress. He spat a loogie onto his cock, and
again pushed his member into her pussy. This time, he slid in all the way.
Elita’s pussy twitched with the rest of her body, squeezing Blackout with a
vice grip. He began to thrust, pulling back as far as he could before slamming
back into her again. Elita gurgled, unable to draw breath. Blackout grasped her
right breast, squeezing it gently as he fucked her, pinching her nipple on
occasion. After a moment, he lowered his hand to fondle her clit, slowing his
thrusting so that he could feel every movement of her twat. Elita shivered, and
against her own will, her body reacted favorably to the attention.
 
Blackout lowered his head to kiss the woman. She tasted of blood and sweat.
Blackout licked her plump lips, kissed her shoulders. He began to lick her
nipple, suckling on it gently. Elita’s pussy grew slick, allowing Blackout to
enter her more deeply, he could feel the head of his dick rubbing against her
cervix. Blackout shifted position, letting go of Elita’s throat so that both of
his hands could hold the woman’s arms to the mattress. Her vocal cords were now
too crushed for her to utter a sound. He began to groan, and fucked Elita
faster. As the woman struggled to regain her breath, she began grinding her
hips back into her attacker. Blackout smiled. Why is it that rape victims
always think I’ll let them live if they help me cum? He thought.
 
Blackout twisted his hips as he fucked Elita, screwing his cock deep into her
wet cunt. He let the first few shots of cum fill her twat, relishing in the
pleasure of cumming inside her. The last wads he shot onto the woman’s chest,
rubbing the cum into her tits, forcing a load into her bloody mouth. Blackout
sighed, rubbing his cock. He made a messy job of slitting her throat, making
sure it would look just professional enough to worry Optimus, while looking
street enough to interest the media.
---
Rage forced tears from Starscream’s eyes as he sprinted down the sidewalk back
into downtown Energon City. He knew where to find Bumblebee; Skywarp and
Thundercracker did not cover their tracks well. A wind picked up behind him as
he gained speed, racing to save his slave, his lover.
---
Megatron chuckled, delighted by the sound his cigar’s ember made on Bumblebee’s
skin. Optimus Prime’s son screamed, desperately struggling against his bonds.
Megatron’s two thugs had indeed delivered him tied up in a long, white ribbon.
Otherwise, he was as naked as he had been found.
 
“I tire of this game.” Megatron sat back in his chair. “Soundwave! Prepare me
to open my present.” Soundwave entered the room slowly, carrying a tray that
held a number of bottles and jars. He set the tray on a nearby end table, and
fell to his knees before his lord. Soundwave unzipped the fly of Megatron’s
white slacks, and reached a hand in to free the Decepticon’s cock. Soundwave
pulled the limp organ into his mouth, sucking gently. Megatron stared into
Bumblebee’s eyes, watching the fat tears roll down his cheeks. Soundwave
retracted, only after Megatron’s erection had grown to fill his mouth, and
moved to stand beside his master’s desk.
 
Megatron stood and walked around the antique furniture. He approached the
quivering gift on his floor.
 
“Optimus and the Autobots will save me!” The boy shouted. “They won’t let you
get away with this!” Megatron exploded into laughter.
 
“Such naive thoughts! Shouldn’t you have given up all that childish optimism by
now? I’m pleased to say you’re fucked, boy. Blackout has seen that your
father’s attention will be diverted elsewhere.” Megatron pulled a handgun from
his waistband, slipping the barrel between Bumblebee’s pouty lips. “It’s about
time you grew up a bit, eh, Bumblebee?”
 
“We’ve got company…” Soundwave opened the door. Two Decepticon thugs, Rumble
and Ravage, walked in, holding a struggling Starscream by the arms.
 
“What is it Starscream? Have you found the Alls…”
 
“Get away from him you son of a bitch!” Megatron struggled to hide his shock.
 
“You dare presume to give me orders, Starscream?”
 
“Bumblebee is mine! He’s not for you to take Megatron!”
 
“You forget your place, Starscream. Perhaps Soundwave can remind you of where
your loyalties lie. Rumble, Ravage, hold him down.” The two Decepticons pinned
Starscream to Megatron’s desk, easily overpowering the teenager’s struggles.
Soundwave stood behind him, pulling the boy’s clothing off even before the
order came. He did his best to hide his hesitation. Megatron couldn’t know, but
he didn’t want to hurt the boy. Soundwave had essentially raised Starscream
ever since the runaway joined up with the Decepticons. He had grown fond of the
boy. Megatron watched, stroking his cock, while Soundwave coated his massive
girth with lubricant. Starscream only whimpered at first, as the first 4 inches
of Soundwave’s cock forced it’s way inside him. Megatron was disappointed.
 
“Show no mercy, Soundwave. I do not forgive disloyalty.” Soundwave nodded. He
pulled out, giving Starscream a moment’s reprieve, before squeezing the full
length of his 10 inch cock into the teen’s slick asshole. Starscream howled.
Soundwave was unrelenting, immediately pulling back for a second thrust. Pleas
for mercy fell on deaf ears; screams of agony were like music to Soundwave.
Starscream bit into his lip, trying to deaden his screams, to stop giving
Megatron the satisfaction, but Soundwave’s cock was enormous, and the pain was
too much. He screamed again, tears pouring down his face, as Soundwave raped
him.
 
Soundwave groaned with effort. Starscream’s ass was unbelievably tight, and he
had to struggle to keep the majority of his cock inside the warm hole. He
wrapped his hands around Starscream’s waist, which gave him the leverage to
fuck the boy more quickly. He hammered away, pulling as much of his cock back
as possible, so that he could feel the deep penetration.
 
Megatron grew tired of watching. He turned back to his prize, gently rubbing
his fingertips across Bumblebee’s honey-colored skin. He paused at the shorter
length of velvety white ribbon tied around the base of Bumblebee’s cock.
Megatron’s fingers slid over Bumblebee’s young package and between his legs,
until they found his asshole, still slick from that afternoon with Shia.
Megatron spread Bumblebee’s smooth thighs with one hand; the boy no longer had
any fight in him. Megatron slid two fingers into the boy’s tight hole. He
shivered visibly, his cock twitching in anticipation. The little slut could get
off from anyone, willing or not! Megatron removed his fingers, and flipped
Bumblebee over, burying his face in the rough carpet. He pulled Bumblebee’s ass
up until he was on his knees. The Decepticon leader knelt behind him, grabbing
a handful of Bumblebee’s bright blonde hair.
 
“You better be a better fuck than your father, I can’t cum for limp-dicks.”
Megatron slid his cock into Bumblebee. He was quickly amazed at the warmth
inside the kid. And his ass! Every breath Bumblebee took rippled through
Megatron’s cock, as if the boy’s asshole actually craved to be filled with his
cum. Megatron tugged on the boy’s hair, pulling his face up so that he could
watch Starscream’s punishment.
 
Starscream had stopped screaming. He was barely breathing at all in fact. He
gasped loudly each time Soundwave’s ten inches squeezed into his asshole, but
he couldn’t pull in any breath otherwise. The pain was incredible. Soundwave
pulled his cock free from Starscream. He didn’t want to cum too quickly, and
his victim’s ass felt so much better than he had anticipated. He dismissed his
minions, Rumble and Ravage, and spun Starscream around. Soundwave grabbed him
by the throat, lifting Starscream off the ground before throwing him at the
office floor.
 
He hit with a crash, and lay near motionless, trying desperately to gather his
strength for the next assault. Soundwave fell on to him, pulling Starscream’s
legs up onto his shoulders, which brought the teen’s asshole right up to
Soundwave’s waiting cock. Soundwave liked this position better. He could watch
Starscream’s cock bounce with every thrust. Starscream relaxed his every
muscle, letting Soundwave take him. The Decepticon did not disappoint.
 
Bumblebee’s tears soaked the carpet. Megatron had no intentions of prolonging
his orgasm, and he fucked Bumblebee with only his pleasure in mind. Bumblebee’s
ass milked his cock, tightening around it with each shake that rippled the
boy’s body. He felt fire growing in his shaft.
 
“Soundwave! I want to see you cum on that worthless fuck before I’m done. I
want to see his disloyal face covered in your fucking cum!”
 
Soundwave nodded. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on Starscream’s mouth. He
held them there, inhaling the scent of the runaway, letting his tongue dance
across the teenager’s lips. Starscream broke the kiss, and whispered into his
rapist’s ear. “Fuck me harder…please.” Soundwave’s cock raged inside
Starscream, and he fucked him faster.
 
Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, Starscream’s own erection was
throbbing. He was completely filled by Soundwave’s cock, and he couldn’t help
but give in to the pleasure. He grasped his own cock, stroking softly as he
felt Soundwave’s speed quicken. He huffed as his orgasm built. In a matter of
seconds, he cried out and came, showering himself in hot fluid.
 
Starscream’s ass clenched down on Soundwave as he came, and Soundwave felt his
own rush coming. He slid out of Starscream, and crawled over him, jerking off
onto the teenage face. He shot a huge wad of cum into Starscream’s panting
mouth, and spilled the rest across his young cheek.
 
Megatron slipped deeper into Bumblebee, the sight of his underling dripping
with cum adding the final push to his arousal. Bumblebee sobbed as Megatron
penetrated his deepest recesses. The Decepticon leader groaned, and pumped one
final time, filling Bumblebee with cum until it spilled out between them.
Megatron pulled out, and quickly pulled Bumblebee backwards until the youth
fell into his lap. He wove his fingers into the blonde curls and forced his
tiny mouth around his cock.
 
“Clean it well you filthy fucking whore. Skywarp! Get someone in here to clean
this carpet, I don’t want it stained.” Bumblebee’s velvet tongue licked every
drop of cum from his attacker. Finally, Megatron was satisfied. He had Rumble
move the little boy to the corner of the room, where he sat, sobbing. Megatron
redressed and sat in his desk chair. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, “Young boys
need tutelage. They need constant supervision and instruction. In order to
prevent this sort of outburst again, I feel it is important that Starscream
learns his place within this…community. Soundwave, the boy belongs to you now.
You have watched him since he joined us, and you have done an acceptable job
until now. Starscream will live with you, and he will learn from you. If he
fails to reign in his rebellious streak, I will kill him myself.”
 
“What about Bumblebee?” Starscream demanded, “What happens to him? He belongs
to me!”
 
“Not anymore. Bumblebee belongs to me now. I will continue to keep him here,
until I tire of him. Then, you may be allowed to keep what’s left.” Megatron
cackled.
***** A Cloak and Dagger Story *****
Chapter Summary
     From even the darkest corners of adversity, passion can spring.
     Following a violent introduction, Starscream finds himself in the
     care of his own assailant, Soundwave. Soon, they are both shocked to
     see how far their relationship of necessity has developed. Meanwhile,
     Megatron takes full advantage of the spoils of war, having
     successfully backed the Autobots into a corner. But can he really
     trust the new partnership growing under his command?
Megatron’s laughter echoed in Starscream’s head. He couldn’t believe he had
been given away like some secondhand trinket. He followed Soundwave through the
busy city streets in silence. He knew that running was futile, Megatron never
lost what he wanted, and he clearly wanted Starscream, if not personally than
at least within reach. He was jostled this way and that as the uncaring
populace of Energon City flooded past. No matter the time of day, the city was
always filled with angry, soulless people, and bright, glaring lights. Homeless
and orphans filled the alleys and back roads, starting their own cardboard
cities in the darkness between buildings. Soundwave’s apartment complex served
as the predominant wall of one of these box cities. He rented the loft
apartment, a massive space, mostly empty.
“I’ve always liked having space to stretch out in, but I don’t really have use
for much furniture.”
“No,” Starscream muttered, not entirely present, “It’s nice though.” Soundwave
dropped his keys into a metal bowl by the entryway, which was perched on top of
a simple black pedestal. He slid the door closed along it’s metal track, and
locked several deadbolts upon shutting it. Starscream stood awkwardly by the
black pedestal with the metal bowl.
“I don’t really have any guest rooms or anything, so you’ll have to sleep on
the couch.” Starscream did not argue. He dragged his feet to the couch, where
he laid down. By the time Soundwave had returned from the closet with a spare
blanket, he was already asleep. Soundwave thought he could still see the trails
of tears on the boy’s face. He gently covered him with the blanket. Soundwave
sighed and went to bed.
---
He awoke the next morning, groggy. He couldn’t remember much of last night
immediately, and was thus very shocked to find Starscream asleep in his bed.
The teen was just waking up as well. Starscream jolted upright, equally shocked
at his situation. Suddenly, realization settled in, and he fell back to the
bed.
“I thought I told you to sleep on the couch.”
“It was cold, and the bed looked big enough, I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“You were crying last night.” Starscream looked offended. “I don’t mean to
pry…”
“What the fuck should I do? Celebrate?” Starscream threw the sheets off and
stormed out of the bed. He found Soundwave’s bathroom and turned the water on
to shower, something he had meant to do last night. He kicked the door closed
behind him, but it caught on a discarded towel, and swung open a crack. He
stripped filthy clothes off and stepped into the steaming spray. Soundwave
watched from the bed, where he could easily see every inch of Starscream’s
body. Starscream had a nasty bruise forming on his hip from the brutality of
the previous evening, but was otherwise as perfect as Soundwave remembered.
Starscream bent to pick up a bar of soap, giving Soundwave an opportunity to
take in the curves of Starscream’s youthful thighs and ass, and the tight
musculature of his stomach. Starscream stood slowly, twisting slightly. The
angle exposed his front side. Soundwave gaped at the water streaming down his
smooth chest, the heat exciting the boy’s nipples. He lathered the soap between
his palms, forming a thick pink foam, which he began to massage onto his body.
Starscream’s jet black hair hung in front of his face, obscuring his expression
from view. Starscream’s hands moved down the length of his neck, around his
shoulders, down his chest. Soundwave’s eyes followed. Starscream and Soundwave
both hesitated at his crotch, as Starscream worked the lather around his cock.
His body responded, and they both watched his cock begin to grow between his
fingers. Starscream leaned back against the shower wall, stroking his growing
erection. He began to pinch his nipple with his left hand as his cock finally
finished expanding.
He stroked slowly, running his fingers down the entire length of his cock, from
head to base. Soundwave noticed his own erection, and grasped it beneath the
satin sheets. Starscream’s mouth opened, his pink tongue darted out to catch a
few drops of water from his upper lip. He wasn’t interested in giving a show,
didn’t even know he was giving one, and preoccupied himself with satisfying his
insatiable lust. He pumped his fist faster, using the soap as lubricant. He
moaned in spite of himself, shuddering slightly. He threw his head back, biting
his lip. Soundwave knew his performer would cum soon. He hastened his own
orgasm by stroking harder, letting the silky fabric of the sheets run across
cock. Starscream opened his mouth again, letting a loud gasp escape his pouty
lips as his hips shot out and he came. His body spasmed against the wall, all
evidence of his act quickly rushing down the drain. Soundwave stared at the
boy’s twitching cock as he shot cum into the bed sheets. He was much quieter.
When Starscream stepped out of the foggy bathroom, Soundwave was gone, and the
bed sheets were missing. He found a note on the bed, along with some clean
clothes. Downstairs doing laundry, the note read, help yourself to breakfast.
Starscream wandered into the kitchenette. There was an elegant refrigerator,
filled with various cold foods. Starscream had no appetite. He popped the top
off a bottle of Nuka Cola and swigged it. The cold serum helped his aching
throat. Starscream finished the bottle, and dropped the empty glass in the
trash. He waited for his owner to return.
---
Blackout stepped back from the window. He dropped a cigarette butt to the fire
escape underneath him and stomped it out with a worn, leather boot. He had been
babysitting the two Decepticons all night. Megatron didn’t trust them, and
neither did he. They were both too damned oblivious to notice him, even now, in
broad daylight. He glanced at his watch; it was time to return to the penthouse
to give his report of the first night. He leapt up to the roof, a few short
feet above, and pulled himself up, using the rooftop doorway to reach the
bottom floor. He missed Soundwave by seconds.
Soundwave stepped into his loft, closing the door just as a shadowy figure
descended the steps behind him. He turned the bolts, and paused to throw the
cleaned sheets onto the bed. Starscream was sitting on the couch, staring out
the large window that overlooked the city. Soundwave noticed how beautiful the
shape of his new pet’s face was. Starscream noticed him noticing.
“Thinking of the best way to use me?”
“No, I…it doesn’t matter.” Said Soundwave, and then, “Do you like being used?”
“At least it shows that someone wants me.” Starscream was obviously hurt, but
Soundwave couldn’t tell why.
“Well, put some clothes on at the very least. I’m going out for one of my many
night jobs. I don’t think you’re quite at a level where you can handle this
shit, so just stay in the loft, ok?”
“Where else would I go?” Starscream smirked, and in that moment, Soundwave knew
he would be all right.
---
Soundwave stepped past the surging crowd at the doors of the club, nodding to
the bouncer, who obligingly opened the door for him. Soundwave inhaled the
odors of cheap cigars and cheaper booze, the reek of sweat, blood, and pussy.
Two of the girls stopped dancing long enough to wave at him, before being
prodded back to gyrating with boots and broken bottles. This was one of the
seedier strip clubs in Energon City, and it was Soundwave’s favorite place to
do business. In a crowd like this, no one had the balls to start a fight.
Soundwave always had the advantage in his negotiations. He saw several clients
that night, some paying protection money, some buying drugs or weapons, the
usual group. After the last of Energon City’s putrid flesh bags left the club,
Soundwave finally headed home.
He dropped his keys in the metal bowl and slid the door shut. He locked it and
resigned to the couch, where he planned to sit and have a drink or two. But he
was distracted. He looked toward the bedroom.
Starscream was asleep, Soundwave was watching him. Starscream had kicked the
comforter and sheets off the bed, sleeping only in one of Soundwave’s long
shirts. It was unbuttoned, and Soundwave was able to watch the steady rise and
fall of Starscream’s chest. His pink nipples stood erect from the friction of
chest against fabric, and his cock rested limply on his smooth thigh.
Starscream’s body was surprisingly hairless for a 16 year old, but Soundwave
could tell he had been shaving everything.
Finally, unable to resist, Soundwave slid into bed beside the teenager. He bent
over the sleeping form, wrapping him within his arms. Soundwave kissed the
teen’s cheek. It was warm and soft. Soundwave let his fingers fall down the
boy’s body, gently caressing the milky skin with rough fingertips. He felt
Starscream’s heartbeat, even without his sensitive perception. Starscream
awoke, but did not yell. He turned to look into Soundwave’s eyes. Soundwave
leaned closely to him, and Starscream whispered.
“After all this, I need you to stay, please, please stay with me.” Starscream
shivered, goose bumps breaking out across his body, as a cold breeze blew
through the open window. Soundwave shielded him from the worst of the wind,
holding his small frame tightly to his chest. Starscream turned over, facing
the Decepticon. He buried his face in the curve of Soundwave’s neck. Soundwave
slid his arm under Starscream’s shirt, running it down the curve of his lower
back. Soundwave’s hand fit perfectly on the small of his back. Starscream
looked up at him, closed his eyes, and their lips touched. It started as a
gentle kiss, the two men testing the boundaries of their feelings for one
another. Soundwave pulled him tighter, parting his lips to let breath and
tongue through.
Starscream felt a growing pressure between them, gasping at the pleasure of his
boyhood rubbing against Soundwave’s cock. Soundwave’s hand left Starscream’s
back, moving to grasp both of their erections. He massaged them slowly, never
breaking their kiss. Starscream wrapped his arms around his savior, running his
thin fingers down the ridges of Soundwave’s spine. Soundwave finally pulled his
mouth from Starscream, who leaned up to him, needing more. Soundwave put a
finger to Starscream’s lips, turning the boy over, spooning him. Soundwave
entered him slowly, as a lover, holding Starscream with a hand on his young
chest. Starscream breathed heavily, letting out quiet huffs with each of
Soundwave’s thrusts. Starscream reached back, clutching Soundwave’s hip.
Soundwave lowered his hand, rubbing Starscream’s nipples as it dropped. He
began to gently stroke Starscream’s cock in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. It
wasn’t long before Soundwave began to feel surges passing through his lover’s
body. Starscream began to rock back against him, arching his back as he cried
out. He bit back a scream as he came until his body was racked with shakes.
Soundwave rolled onto his back, pulling Starscream upright on top of him.
Starscream kneeled on top of Soundwave’s cock, slowly rising and falling. He
planted his hands on Soundwave’s chest to maintain his balance, and Soundwave
held his arms. They stared into each other’s eyes as Starscream rode his cock,
his own boyhood vivaciously pointing outward. Eventually Soundwave tightened
his grip on Starscream’s arms, and closed his eyes. His breathing became
ragged, and he came. Starscream did not stand up immediately, they both
remained still, enjoying the orgasm together.
They slept soon after, keeping each other warm through the night.
---
Blackout stood in the darkness outside. It was cold, but the two had left a
window open anyway, as if inviting him in. Blackout was never one to deny an
invitation. He stepped silently out of his shadowy tableau and into the loft.
He took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of flashing neon. The
apartment was almost bare, with just enough furnishings to qualify it as a
home. His nose was filled with the scent of fucking. He looked to the bedroom
and found his two targets asleep in each others arms. Romance disgusted him.
Blackout huffed disapprovingly, and fell down to their level. His vision lined
up with Starscream’s cock, and he found himself compelled to defile the boy.
Surely worse had already been done to him, but the thought of Starscream
awakening in the morning covered in a fresh batch of his own cum was too much
to resist.
He pulled the limp cock gently into his mouth, working his tongue around it’s
head. Blackout savored the taste of young flesh, and he tried his best to
contain his own arousal. He sucked slightly on the cock, letting it harden in
his mouth. Gently, over the course of an hour, he sucked on Starscream’s cock,
licking it’s length. He felt Starscream’s balls tighten, and knew he would cum
soon. Blackout threw caution to the wind and began bobbing quickly up and down
on Starscream’s cock, filling with pleasure as Starscream involuntarily humped
into his mouth. At the final moment, Blackout disengaged, letting Starscream
shower himself in cum.
Blackout determined that trying to sneak out of the apartment with an erection
would be impossible, and decided to resolve the situation. He pulled his own
cock free of his jeans, and crawled closer to Starscream’s dozing head. The
boy’s mouth had fallen open during his unknown orgasm, and Blackout took
advantage, sliding his cock between the plump lips. Starscream’s mouth was a
furnace, and the heat and moisture covered Blackout’s cock. He began to
delicately thrust into the sleeping boy’s mouth, rubbing his cock back and
forth across velvet tongue. Starscream swallowed in his sleep, closing his
mouth around Blackout’s manhood. The intruder gasped quietly, as his victim
unknowingly sucked him off. He reached down, and began to stroke Starscream’s
still twitching cock, using the boy’s own cum as lube.
Blackout was incredibly turned on by the violation, reveling in the pleasure of
stroking the cock of such a young teen who had no way of resisting him. He felt
Starscream’s cock slide through his fist as the boy began to subconsciously
hump again. He quickly reached a second orgasm, covering Blackout’s hand in
warm cum. Blackout slid his dick from Starscream’s mouth, grasping it firmly as
he came, painting Starscream’s face white. He wiped his dirty hand off on
Starscream’s chest, as best as he could, and slid his cock back into his pants.
He then crossed the hardwood wasteland of Soundwave’s apartment and exited
through the open window.
---
Neither Soundwave nor Starscream could explain the ferocity and unexpectedness
of what was apparently a very violent wet dream. Starscream confessed dreaming
of another man, though he couldn’t see his face. He said he could smell
cigarettes on him though. Soundwave helped the boy into the shower, and went to
close the window before joining him. He didn’t notice the crushed cigarette
butt on the fire escape.
Soundwave stepped into the shower, to see a mostly clean Starscream. He moved
to lend a hand, soaping up the boy’s cock. Starscream blushed.
“Again? Jesus I don’t think I have anymore cum in me…Oh…Oh God…” Soundwave’s
fingers moved expertly around Starscream’s cock, and within minutes, he had the
boy turned around with his hands on the wall. Starscream slid down, presenting
his ass to Soundwave.
“Why are you pointing your ass at me, whore?”
“I…I need your cock, please.” Starscream panted, his cock throbbing
mercilessly. His face was flushed, his lips shiny with saliva. “Please, I need
your cock to fill me up. I need you to fuck me!” Soundwave turned the shower
head away from them, and covered his gargantuan cock with lube. Starscream fell
forward against the wall, spreading his ass for Soundwave to enter. In this
position, he was able to support himself with one arm, and tug on his steel
erection with the other. Soundwave placed the head of his cock against
Starscream’s asshole, using it to massage the boy. He angled it in and slowly
penetrated him, stopping after the first two inches. He withdrew, letting the
anticipation build. He entered again, sliding three inches of cock into
Starscream, who cried out, breathing harshly against the tile wall. Soundwave
withdrew again, before pushing every inch into Starscream.
Starscream shouted, and Soundwave saw tears streaming from his eyes.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah…It’s just…from this angle…it feels so much bigger…” He gasped, and bit
his lower lip. “Please don’t stop, I really need you to fuck me as hard as you
can. I need your fucking cock Soundwave!” Soundwave grabbed Starscream’s
feminine hips and pushed his cock deep into Starscream’s ass. The boy moaned
loudly with every thrust, pumping his own cock with increasing vigor. Soundwave
fucked him as hard as he could, like a machine. Starscream’s asshole felt
tighter each time the ten inches of cock slid through it, until eventually
Starscream came, more body spasm than cum, turning his ass into a vice grip on
Soundwave’s cock. Soundwave pulled free, afraid of permanently damaging the
boy, and he turned the shower back onto them, washing the traces of their deed
down the drain. Starscream fell to his knees in front of Soundwave, pulling the
huge member into his mouth. It barely fit. Soundwave looked down, watching as
Starscream worshipped his cock. The teenager pulled as much as he could into
his throat, stroking the base of his cock the entire time. He looked up at
Soundwave and pulled the cock out with a small pop.
“Cum for me, master, let me taste you.” He licked the tip of Soundwave’s cock,
and dropped his mouth back around it. Soundwave wrapped his fingers in the
black strands of Starscream’s hair, pulling the boy’s mouth further down his
cock, forcing it deeper into his throat. He felt the orgasm building.
“Fuck, I’m…I’m cumming!” Starscream withdrew slightly, leaving only Soundwave’s
head in his mouth as the older man came. Starscream swallowed when his mouth
was full, the extra running down his chin. He gasped for air, as Soundwave slid
down the wall to sit on the floor of the shower with him. They stayed in the
running water until it went cold.
---
Blackout delivered his second report to Megatron. The two did not seem to pose
a threat at this time, but Blackout suggested that he should continue to watch
them anyway. Megatron was pleased.
“You’ve done splendidly, Blackout. I feel you deserve a reward.” Megatron
rolled his chair backwards, and began pulling something from under his desk. It
was Bumblebee. The child was nude, save for a black leather collar with a long
chain. His chin was dripping cum, and Blackout realized why he had been under
the desk. Bumblebee wiped his face clean, and walked around to the front of the
desk, showing his body to Blackout. His skin was perfect, pulled over lithe
muscles and a slim figure. His cock was a mere handful, perfect for a boy of
his age. His sandy blonde hair hung in front of his eyes if his head tilted
down. Bumblebee didn’t seem unhappy. Other than the sexual abuse, Megatron most
likely took good care of him.
“The child will be yours for the night, but I must insist you do not leave this
office with him. Appearances and all that. Lock up when you’re done.” With
that, Megatron left, leaving Blackout alone with the nubile child. Bumblebee
approached him quickly, as if he knew exactly what to expect.
“What hole do you want to stick it in, Blackout? My mouth or my ass? Megatron
says my tongue works wonders.” He licked his lips to prove the point.
Blackout’s cock jumped. Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes,
letting his erect cock point directly out at Bumblebee.
“How about you start by sucking my cock while I play with yours, and then we’ll
take it where I fucking say we will.” Bumblebee looked taken aback, but he
quickly laid down on the carpet, slowly squeezing his little cock, bringing it
to an erection.
“Do you like seeing me touch my cock? You can watch if you like, until you want
to play with it yourself.” Blackout watched. Bumblebee spread his legs, giving
a full view to the man before him. He sucked on his index finger while he
stroked himself. His balls were still a tight package beneath his shaft, and
they bounced with each stroke. Bumblebee slid his spit-covered finger down his
body, rubbing it across his nipples. Blackout had to admit, the kid could put
on a show. Bumblebee dipped the moistened digit into his asshole, fingering it
rapidly as he masturbated. Pink color flooded into the boy’s cheeks. Blackout
knew the child would cum if he didn’t intervene. He fell to the floor, pulling
Bumblebee’s hands from his pelvis, and planting them on his own. Bumblebee
smiled, immediately spinning around so that his cock was toward Blackout’s
face, and so that Blackout’s cock was planted firmly between his lips.
Blackout followed suit, pulling the tiny cock into his own mouth. He felt
Bumblebee squirm against him, as the young hands worked around the base of his
own shaft. Bumblebee darted his head up and down Blackout’s cock, easily taking
it deeply into his throat. Too quickly, however, he let it fall out as he cried
out to the room.
“Blackout, oh god, I think I’m going to cum if you don’t stop! I am, I am going
to cum!” Blackout didn’t stop, he let the boy orgasm, filling his mouth with
the sweeter cum that a prepubescent boy provides. Blackout spit it to the
floor, and pushed Bumblebee off of him. He let the last drops of Bumblebee’ cum
run into his asscrack, and using the fluid as lubrication, he slid his cock
into the tight hole. Bumblebee screamed. Blackout didn’t care. He slammed his
hand onto the boy’s mouth, lifting his hips up so that the boy’s legs fell onto
his shoulders. This allowed him the deepest penetration as he brutally forced
his cock into the unprepared child’s anus. Bumblebee continued to scream into
Blackout’s palm, sobbing uncontrollably. Blood began to trickle down his ass
crack to join the semen on the carpet. At the first signs of an approaching
orgasm, Blackout pulled out, not wanting to finish yet.
He crawled on top of Bumblebee, kneeling over his chest.
“Listen to me well you filthy fucking cock slut. You are going to lean your
cum-sucking head up and you are going to milk my fucking cock. You are going to
jerk me off into your waiting mouth, and you will swallow every fucking drop.
Now do it!” He screamed the last two words, making Bumblebee wince. The boy
immediately leaned forward, burying Blackout’s cock in his mouth. He leaned on
one elbow, grasping the shaft with the other hand. Blackout felt the kid’s dick
twitch against his ass. He couldn’t believe it! The boy actually liked getting
treated like a fucking toy! He thrust forward into Bumblebee’s mouth, causing
the child to gag slightly. Bumblebee recovered, pumping his small fist along
Blackout’s shaft. He slid his tongue around the head of Blackout’s cock, as the
Decepticon began to breathe irregularly. Blackout grabbed Bumblebee’s head with
both hands, holding his mouth firmly in place as he shot his load. He fucked
the boy’s face for the duration of the orgasm, pounding his cock so deeply into
Bumblebee’s throat that the boy was gasping for breath when he finally let him
free.
Bumblebee’s face was covered in escaped semen, but true to his instructions, he
used one finger to guide it all into his mouth, swallowing every drop. Blackout
moved, sitting across from the boy.
“Look how hard your little cock got from being used like that. You really are a
filthy fucking whore.” Bumblebee blushed heavily. His face was stained with
dirt and tears. “Finish yourself off slut. You’re nothing but a fuck for me,
but I want to watch your little cock spurt while you stare at mine.” Bumblebee
nodded, stroking his small penis, eyes never leaving Blackout’s crotch.
Blackout squeezed his cock, delighting in the pleasure the boy got from seeing
it. He stroked himself slowly, unsure if another orgasm would come. Bumblebee
began to finger his asshole again, slowly sliding two fingers into the recently
abused hole. Blackout stroked harder. He was amazed to feel more heat building
in his shaft. Bumblebee began to moan softly, and a small bead of precum formed
on the tip of his cock. Blackout felt his heartbeat rise. He quickly crawled
over to Bumblebee, rising onto his knees so that his cock pointed directly into
Bumblebee’s face. The boy darted his tongue out to lick the head, as he groaned
louder, finally crying out and cumming. The hot liquid struck the bottom of
Blackout’s hand, and he came as well, again covering the boy in his semen.
Blackout stood, after Bumblebee cleaned his cock with his soft tongue. He
dressed, and turned to leave the room.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He shut off the lights, closed the door, and locked it.
Bumblebee sat alone in the dark. He felt very satisfied.
***** Before the Storm *****
Chapter Summary
     Frustrated at the lack of progress the police have made in finding
     his missing son, Optimus takes matters into his own hands, recruiting
     two Autobots, Ironhide and the newest member, Mirage, to find
     Bumblebee. Meanwhile, Soundwave is pushed to the breaking point, his
     position and trust with the D-Cons wearing thin. Pressured into
     proving himself, Soundwave lets the sadistic Blackout fulfill his
     fantasies, using the innocent Starscream in any way he wishes.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains incidents of rape. It is not subtle. It is not
     romanticized. This is your fair warning.
Bright red neon was reflected in Soundwave’s eyes. His mouth was tainted with
the taste of cheap alcohol, but he was not in any state of mind to notice.
Soundwave usually preferred top shelf liquor, but when someone else was buying,
he was polite enough to accept the cheap stuff. Blackout ordered another round,
gesturing to the over-worked bartender under the bright red neon advertisement.
The bar vibrated with the pounding bass of goth rock. Not only was this a bar
that Soundwave had not visited before, it was one that he intentionally
avoided. The goth scene attracted too much attention, and attention should
generally be avoided when one is involved in organized crime.
Blackout’s philosophy was quite different. He was a staple of this community;
his long coat and black goggles were rarely absent at this club. Blackout was a
celebrity here, and his presence was drawing plenty of looks. Soundwave felt
very uncomfortable, and knew that he was being carefully scrutinized. The
bartender dropped two shots in front of the pair, and hurried off to help
customers with more expensive taste. Blackout raised his shot, and Soundwave
mimicked him. He couldn’t help but notice that Blackout was far less drunk than
he was. At the very least, he was presenting himself better.
“I have to admit, friend, I did not just invite you here for the drinks.”
Blackout spoke loudly, trying to outmatch the music.
“Invited? You practically dragged me out of the office by force.”
“Well there are things that Megatron doesn’t need to hear.” Soundwave was
shocked at Blackout’s public declaration of their allegiance, and Blackout
picked up on it. “Don’t look so damned nervous, Soundwave. You can barely hear
me, let alone any of them.” Blackout gestured half-heartedly toward the masses
of the club, all of whom were busy dancing.
“Well what is it then that is so damned important?”
“I trust your judgment, Soundwave, don’t doubt that, but I’m going to be frank
with you. I worry about Starscream.” Soundwave just looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t look so offended. All I’m saying is, how can you really trust that he’s
on our side? He’s just a runaway from the streets.” Soundwave glared at him
incredulously. “How close have you two gotten this soon anyway?”
 ---
Starscream stared out the window, filled with worry. Soundwave should have been
back hours ago. It had only been a few weeks since he had been delivered to the
elder Decepticon, but he was already falling for him. The sex was incredible,
yes, but Starscream had never before felt the pleasure of crawling into bed
with the same man night after night. It was a nice change from being passed
around from one businessman to the next. He hoped Soundwave would be home soon.
 ---
“Is any of this really so important?” Soundwave’s words were slurring rather
dramatically. “I mean who gives a fuck if I fuck the kid?”
“No, no, Soundwave, that’s not what I’m talking about. This is common sense.
You are Megatron’s right-hand-man. You know more about the plans whizzing
through his head than anyone else. Hell, you probably know more about this war
than Megatron does. I just want to make sure that you are in control of the
boy. I worry about your little D-con secrets spreading to enemy hands. How do
you know the kid won’t run off and help the Autobots?”
“It’s not like that at all, Blackout. That kid has no power over me.” Soundwave
was visibly swaying now. “He is my property.”
“Then why don’t you show me just how in control you are. Just to ease my mind a
bit.”
 ---
The loft door slowly slid open. Starscream stood, rushing to meet his lover.
His smile fell. Soundwave barely stood, swaying on his feet. With him was
another man that made Starscream feel uneasy. He reluctantly continued forward,
aiming to help Soundwave to bed. Soundwave resisted him. He stood firmly,
refusing to move.
“What is it? Soundwave, what’s wrong?” Starscream began to panic. “Answer me!”
Soundwave backhanded Starscream, knocking him to the floor. He was dizzied by
the blow, and tried to regain his feet.
“Don’t presume to give me orders, boy!” Soundwave lifted one large hand,
steadying himself on the door. Starscream was shocked, he rubbed his reddened
cheek.
“Why did you hit me? What’s going on?” Blackout was pulling off his coat,
letting it fall to the floor with his discarded goggles and boots. Starscream
was scared. He backed toward the carpeted area of the apartment, away from the
entranceway. The two men approached him.
“Don’t be so rude to our guest.” Soundwave slurred. “This is Blackout, and he
and I will be fucking you tonight.” Starscream’s mouth fell open.
“What? What are you…”
Blackout fell onto him, grabbing at the tight striped underwear concealing the
teen’s ass. Soundwave helped, holding Starscream’s arms. Starscream screamed,
begging them to stop. Blackout’s cock throbbed, he tore the girl panties off of
the teen, forcing his legs apart to get a good view. Soundwave twisted
Starscream’s arms, turning the boy over onto his knees. He threw Starscream
downward, making him present his ass to Blackout. Blackout spit on the head of
his cock, and moved forward to slide it into the tight hole.
Starscream shouted again, but Soundwave muffled him with his own cock, forcing
the boy’s head in place with one strong hand. He pushed his cock deep into
Starscream’s throat, heedless of the gags and gasps for air. Blackout watched,
fucking the boy hard enough to make his back arch with each thrust. Soundwave’s
cock was buried in the wet tunnel of Starscream’s mouth. Starscream’s face was
bright red, and soaked from tears. He swallowed, desperate for air. Blackout
hammered into him from behind, digging his nails into the boy’s bony hips. He
looked down, watching his cock slide into the perfect, round ass. He felt his
cock grow more sensitive, and knew his orgasm was close. Soundwave was close
too. The velvet heat of the boy’s mouth was more than any man could bear. He
clamped his hand tightly onto Starscream’s head, forcing his cock deeper into
the boy’s throat. Blackout shouted, as he began to cum. Starscream felt his
asshole fill with the fluid. It ran out around Blackout’s cock and down his
thighs. Soundwave came then, shooting cum down Starscream’s throat. He pulled
out at the finish, spraying more cum onto Starscream’s lips and neck. The boy
choked, coughing up cum, praying for breath.
“Please!” Starscream begged. “Why are you doing this?”
They weren’t yet finished. Soundwave flipped the boy onto his back, and crawled
over him. He lay down on Starscream, pushing his cock back into the boy’s
mouth. He began to suck on Starscream’s cock, humping downward into
Starscream’s face. Starscream stirred, his cock rising to Soundwave’s
attention. Blackout stroked his cock, watching Starscream gag on 10 inches of
Soundwave. After a brief time, Soundwave rolled off of the teenager. Blackout
sat on the floor, pulling Starscream’s mouth over his own cock. Soundwave moved
behind the teen, positioning his manhood at Starscream’s ass. Thankfully,
Blackout had loosened it enough that he could enter with little trouble.
Soundwave’s penetration pushed the boy forward, forcing him to bob his mouth up
and down on Blackout’s cock. Soundwave fucked him without mercy, sliding every
possible inch inside. Blackout gripped the base of his cock, helping guide it
into Starscream’s throat. He snarled as his second orgasm came. He filled
Starscream’s mouth with cum, delighting in the boy’s tears as the salty fluid
dripped from his lips. He scooted backward, resting against a chair to watch
the two finish. Soundwave fucked Starscream more vigorously, no longer mindful
of Blackout’s frontal penetration. Starscream struggled to escape his grasp.
Soundwave easily pinned him, holding his shoulders down onto the floor.
Soundwave buried his cock in Starscream, until only the last inch remained, and
no more would go. He had never fucked the boy this hard. Starscream’s thighs
began to give out, and he fell to the floor. Soundwave’s cock left his ass with
an audible pop. Soundwave flipped him over again, throwing his legs upward so
that he could re-enter him. Starscream stared into the eyes of his attacker,
his lover. He saw the passion and lust that drove him, and forgave him in that
moment. Soundwave was growing tired. He began to slow down.
“Don’t stop, please, please fuck me harder.” Starscream arched his back along
the floor, sliding his ass up against Soundwave’s hips, burying the man’s cock
deep into his ass. He tensed his muscles, squeezing it inside him. “You filled
my mouth with cum, but I need you to cum in my ass too.” His face was flushed,
his chest glistening with sweat. Soundwave bent over him, and began to thrust
again. His breathing was ragged from exhaustion, but he was too close to orgasm
to stop now. Blackout watched the gentle curve of Starscream’s ass and thighs
against the sharp cut of Soundwave’s muscular hips and stomach. Starscream’s
youthful cock bounced with each thrust, just barely hitting against his
stomach. It left a barely noticeable trail of precum as his cock head slapped
the pale skin. Starscream’s breath was shallow. His chest rose and fell
slightly.
“Your cock feels so big inside me!”
“Then beg me to put it back in.” Soundwave pulled back, dropping the boy’s ass
to the floor. His cock stood free.
“I’m begging you! Please fuck me! Fill my ass with your cock, fill it with your
cum!” Starscream reached between his legs, grabbing Soundwave’s cock. He pulled
it toward his waiting ass. “Fuck me, please fuck me!” Soundwave flipped
Starscream over again, pulling him onto all fours. He slid his manhood into the
waiting asshole, groaning loudly as all 10 inches slipped into the slick warm
hole. Soundwave fucked the boy as hard as he could, his hips slapping loudly
against Starscream’s ass. Starscream tightened around him, milking his cock.
“Cum in me! Cum in my ass!” Soundwave finally took an order. He dug his fingers
into Starscream’s side as his cock exploded into the boy. He pulled out,
letting more cum jet onto Starscream’s glistening back. Cum ran down the boy’s
thighs, pooling on the carpet. He fell and rolled onto his back, holding his
erection. He stroked it slowly, teasing an orgasm out, letting the hot fluid
fall onto his hands and stomach.
Soundwave stood shakily, and propped himself up on the arm of the sofa. He
looked around for Blackout, but found that he and Starscream were alone. He
heard the loft door shut, and knew that their guest had left.
 ---
Prime slammed the phone heavily back onto its base. The cops in this city were
worthless. That was why he had started the Autobots in the first place. Optimus
could still remember, if he tried, those early years. Ironhide, Red Alert,
Elita, and himself; they were supposed to clean up Energon City. Supposed to
protect it when the D-cons finally branched out from the decay of Cybertron.
Money changed them, just like it changes everyone. Prime needed income in order
to fund his dream, and playing superhero did not pay the bills. They started
skimming a little off the top here and there. Maybe a drug shipment or two
would come up missing. Eventually, Elita got sick of it and left him. Red Alert
wasn’t far behind. Prime and Ironhide rebuilt the Autobots from the ground up.
They formed several front businesses, dabbling in architecture, construction,
and restaurants. This façade hid the corrupt intentions of the group. Optimus
had been doing it all so that he could afford to build The Ark, a massive hotel
casino in downtown Energon City. It was finally under construction.
Optimus had just hung up on the chief of police, who had again assured him that
there was nothing more they could do about Bumblebee. How many years had the
Autobots wasted trying to save this god-forsaken city? And for what? A few
thank you cards. His son was still missing. The cops had done nothing.
 ---
Ironhide made his best effort to stretch out, but the confines of the truck
severely limited him. The stakeout had started about 6 hours ago. Ironhide had
lost interest about 5 hours ago. He was relatively convinced that Prime had
sent them out here just to keep them out of the way. Ironhide glanced out the
passenger window. Parker was coming back. He was new to the Autobots, hadn’t
really been filled in on how things worked. According to Prime, he was the son
of a wealthy aristocrat in Iacon, a city back in Cybertron. It was home to the
upper-crust, the elite. Not surprisingly, it is one of the few districts of
Cybertron that are still standing. Parker was gorgeous. You could tell he was
rich by looking at him. His hair was short, just covering his ears, but it was
silky and waved. It shone golden blonde, even under the filthy streetlamps. He
was wearing a tight black sweater and a pair of worn, western-style jeans that
accented his athletic legs.
He strutted with confidence amongst rotting garbage and broken glass, like a
mirage of an oasis in a desert. Ironhide couldn’t help but be struck by his
beauty. His skin was angelic and pale. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight,
as if the pearly glow shone right through him. In one hand, he held a cardboard
carrier that contained four cups of coffee. His other hand clutched a sack full
of donuts. The kid had really gone all out with this stakeout thing. Parker
reached the truck, and bent down to peer in the window expectantly. Ironhide
cracked the tinted glass just slightly.
“What’s the password?”
“The coffee is burning my hand.”
“I’m sorry, that isn’t the password.” Ironhide moved to roll the window back
up. Parker sighed heavily.
“Open the fucking door, sir.” Parker fluttered his eyelids in a satirical plea.
Ironhide chuckled.
“That’s correct.” He leaned over the seat, and opened the door. Parker slipped
in gracefully, setting the donuts on the console before pulling the door shut.
“I didn’t know if you liked your coffee black, so I got two with cream and two
without. I don’t care either way, so I’ll just drink whatever you don’t.”
“Won’t be the only thing you drink tonight.” Ironhide muttered under his
breath.
“What was that?”
“Black will be fine, thanks.” Parker handed over the two left-most cups, which
Ironhide balanced carefully on the floor between his legs. Parker drew his own
legs up onto the bucket seat, folding them neatly beneath him. The boy drank
the coffee slowly, and as minutes passed, a blanket of contentment fell over
him. About thirty minutes after his return, Parker had finished most of his
second cup, and the remainder lay forgotten amongst the debris caused by the
many years Ironhide passed in this truck. The night had grown cold, but they
couldn’t risk starting the car to turn on the heat. Parker shivered rather
violently.
“Are you ok, kid?” Ironhide asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, just a little chilly. And my coffee got cold.”
“You drink too slowly. Here, my second cup is still pretty warm, and I won’t
finish it.” Parker hesitated briefly, before crawling across the console to sit
on the edge of Ironhide’s seat. He was straddling the gearshift in the center
of the cab. Ironhide handed him the cup, which the boy drank greedily. Parker
tilted his head up and up, the cup totally vertical. Finally, he lost his
balance. He began to slip off the seat, just as Ironhide threw his arm out and
around the boy, pulling him close.
“Be careful, kid, I don’t want you to get hurt on your first night in the
field. Prime’d kill me.” He smiled at the boy, who coyly smiled back. Ironhide
was pleased. It seemed that the rumors were true, and that Parker really had
been busy back in Iacon. The boy squirmed closer to him.
“You’re so warm, Ironhide. How long do you think we’re going to be stuck out
here?”
“Well, honestly, it’s not like I have to report back unless we see something,
so no one’ll know if we cut out early. I don’t think anyone’s here anyway.”
“So you’ve just been keeping me cooped up in this truck for no reason?”
“I wouldn’t say it was for no reason…” Ironhide leaned in, parted his lips, and
kissed Parker. The boy leaned into the kiss; he had been waiting for it.
Ironhide’s tongue tasted like coffee when it penetrated his mouth, but he
didn’t mind. It had been good coffee. Their excitement rose quickly. The hours
of boredom and tension had been enough foreplay for the both of them. Parker
was carelessly pulling his sweater off, even as Ironhide was reaching over to
pull his jeans down. Once stripped, Parker started pulling Ironhide’s clothes
open.
Ironhide helped him, lifting his shirt off over his head while the boy pulled
down his workpants. Ironhide was well built. When he wasn’t working at one of
the many Autobot construction sites, he was working out. Parker was glad that
the man wasn’t rippling with muscle. He had just enough meat on him to be
extremely intimidating. Parker soon found that Ironhide had other intimidating
features as well.
Parker had heard that Ironhide carried a large gun, but this was not what he
had in mind. Ironhide’s erect cock stood before him, reaching at least nine
inches out. Parker’s own six inch cock was firm, and it responded quickly to
the boy’s gentle touch. Ironhide was pleased to see the boy touching himself,
it meant that he was horny as shit too. Parker acted instinctually, as if he
had done this a hundred times before, and Ironhide was forced to wonder if he
had. Parker grabbed the base of Ironhide’s cock, and promptly dropped his mouth
over the head. Ironhide groaned loudly.
“That’s a neat trick, kid. That feels good.” Parker let Ironhide’s cock fall
from his mouth.
“This is a better one.” He winked at Ironhide, and vanished. Ironhide stared
around, confused.
“Primus, you really were just a mirage.” Ironhide heard a voice beside him.
“Mirage, I like that.” Ironhide was still baffled. “I need a street name don’t
I? How about that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be just lovely, you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“You’re about to get the best head of your life, that’s what’s going on.”
Ironhide felt the pressure return around his cock, but could not see Mirage’s
hand. Suddenly, his cock was covered with warm moisture. He stared in amazement
as Mirage sucked on his cock. He could watch the skin moving with the boy’s
invisible lips. The experience was incredible. His cock was wet with saliva. He
felt the heat of Mirage’s breath down his shaft. He began to involuntarily
thrust up into what seemed like nothing. Mirage’s tongue was still warm from
coffee, and the silky heat of it moving around the head of Ironhide’s manhood
was too much. Ironhide clenched his teeth and watched as he came. The cum shot
into Mirage’s invisible mouth, seeming to float in the air until Parker’s form
slowly came back into view.
Parker crawled back into the passenger seat, seeming satisfied with himself.
Ironhide knew he had to do something, or risk losing control of the
relationship.
“Well, I don’t know about the best, but that was pretty good. Unique, at the
very least.” Mirage did his best to hide his disappointment. “Don’t seem so
shocked, kid, I’ve had more men than you’ve had years.”
“You’re vulgar as well as cruel?” Parker seemed upset.
“Just two of the many words that have been used to describe me.” Ironhide
smirked at the kid. It was hard to get upset at someone that had just finished
sucking him off, but Mirage’s superiority complex had a tendency to irritate
him. It seemed prudent to show Parker exactly who was in charge. The boy was
shivering from the obscene cold, and was looking around for his hastily
discarded clothing.
“Cold?”
“You aren’t?”
“I’ve been in worse, kid.” Ironhide watched the pale boy’s body quake.
“Are you going to help me find my sweater or not?”
“I have better ways of keeping warm.” Ironhide rolled over the console, landing
on his knees in front of the passenger seat. His legs barely fit.
“Well. I hardly think this is covered in the regulations…” Parker began, his
voice trailing off as Ironhide’s tongue began tracing circles around his hole.
Mirage’s milky white cock stiffened quickly, despite the cold, and before long,
Ironhide’s stood with it. The older Autobot stretched over Mirage, angling
himself so that his waist was positioned over the seat, his cock level to enter
the boy. Mirage groped around the side of the bucket seat, until his hand found
the adjustment lever. He pulled it, letting the back of the seat fall back
several notches. Mirage’s sky blue eyes looked hazily at Ironhide, inviting him
to proceed. Somehow, even though he was on top in this position, Mirage was
still controlling the show.
At this point, Ironhide was too horny to care. He leaned forward, letting his
cock slide slowly into the snow-stained boy in his passenger seat.
---
The jet black truck was parked in the alleyway between a warehouse and a strip
club. The club was a shitty little dive called Elysium. It was a hive for
Decepticon weapon deals. Men and women alike would walk in off the streets to
dance there, just long enough to pay for whatever vice they chose. Prime’s
research showed that a deal was scheduled to take place there that night. Prime
had paid a couple of Megatron’s repeat customers to change the deal in their
favor. Details were sketchy, but Ironhide and Mirage had been instructed to
keep an eye out just in case things went sour. By the time three D-cons arrived
at Elysium, the two Autobots were otherwise occupied.
 ---
Mirage’s cheeks were a bright, burning pink, and glistening sweat streamed from
his brow. His breath escaped in great steam puffs, as the only warmth in the
car was inside of him. Ironhide grunted softly as he fucked the boy, his rigid
cock sliding easily into Mirage’s well-trained asshole. Parker’s breath became
shallow, and it slowly transitioned from gasps into short whimpers. Moments
later, he was cumming. He turned his head in shame as the fluid fell to his
stomach. The sign of embarrassment aroused Ironhide, and he quickened his pace,
hoping to finish before the boy’s blush faded.
Parker bit down on his lip, stifling further outcries. His eyes were furrowed
with passion. His body quaked with the aftershocks of orgasm, and the
vibrations sent Ironhide over the edge. He pulled out of the boy and came on
his stomach, stroking the last of the fluid from his cock by hand. Ironhide
pulled himself over the center console, collapsing in the driver’s seat. He
laid back, basking in afterglow. Before he had finished regaining control over
himself, Mirage had maneuvered to his side, sitting on the console, but leaning
on the muscular man. Ironhide held him close until the pair managed to recover
his clothing.
“You’ll be a great addition to the team, kid, I can tell already.”
 
***** Surge *****
Chapter Summary
     Mistakes were inevitable, but the price that must be paid may be too
     high for starcrossed lovers Soundwave and Starscream. As Megatron's
     grip on Energon City falters, the D-Con leader is forced to act
     drastically. More than one body will turn up in the morgue tonight,
     and the furious crime boss isn't the only one taking lives.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains incidents of rape. It is not subtle. It is not
     romanticized. This is your fair warning.
Smoky air rushed past the group as Soundwave shouldered the door open. Skywarp
sneered at the bouncer, his large hand forcing Ravage into the flashing lights
of the club. Soundwave had recommended Ravage to Megatron after spending a
number of years with him when first arriving in Energon City. Ravage was
terrified to be on his first assignment with the Decepticons, but the elder
Decepticon was ignoring him. Soundwave was focused on business; he had no
intentions of making a night out of this trip. Skywarp guided Ravage to a small
table near the center of the club, where they both sat. Soundwave continued
beyond them, sitting at the far side of the dance floor. Skywarp ordered drinks
for himself and Ravage, shouting drunkenly at the nude waiter. Soundwave tried
to ignore them. This was Ravage’s first experience with these clients, and
Soundwave wanted it to be a valuable lesson.
After several minutes, just after Skywarp’s liquor arrived, several tall men
entered the club. Tables fell silent as the men passed, all eyes following
their path through the crowded floor. Soundwave didn’t flinch, he hardly even
acknowledged them. The tallest of the men hefted a large leather suitcase onto
the table, spinning its opening end toward the Decepticon.
“I have no reason to check this. How long have we done business together?”
Soundwave said, pulling the briefcase toward himself. The tall man stopped him.
“I would prefer if you did check. I pride myself on dealing with careful men,
not lazy ones.”
“As you command, Vinny.” Soundwave slowly slid the latch of the briefcase, his
heartbeat quickening. He knew something was wrong, this wasn’t the way the
encounter had been planned. Vinny was up to something. Soundwave chanced a peek
at Skywarp, and was pleased to notice his partner’s concerned attention. Ravage
looked panicked; Soundwave prayed he would remain calm. Vinny smiled, his dark
eyes directed at the leather box on the table. The next moments were a flash.
Soundwave stood, throwing the briefcase toward his clients. Skywarp used the
moment’s confusion to teleport behind Vinny, firing two rapid shots into one of
the other clients. Ravage snapped back to reality, pulling his own gun to
launch a bullet which whizzed past Vinny’s head before burying itself in the
drywall behind Soundwave. Skywarp spun around, delivering a sweeping kick to
the third client, which spilled him to the floor.
Soundwave leveled the barrel of his gun with Vinny’s brow, breathing calmly.
“Who’s the big man now, Vinny?” There was one final shot, and Vinny was
silenced.
Skywarp and Ravage checked the bodies, all three were armed well. The suitcase
was empty. Megatron would not be happy to lose yet another connection, but it
seemed that the Decepticons had overstayed their welcome in this part of town.
Skywarp suggested that they head back downtown, to a club Megatron owned, where
they could wait for the heat to die down.
---
Starscream sat alone in the loft. He was bored and depressed. Soundwave had
become obsessed with work lately. Megatron was planning something big, and the
Decepticons had been running across the city for days. He couldn’t remember the
last time that Soundwave had spent the night with him. He sighed, and decided
it was time to go out. Starscream dug through his clothes, hurling clothes
across the room. He finally settled on an outfit, and after extensive makeup,
headed out into the brisk night.
Thick snowflakes danced around the streetlamps, clinging to the wool coat that
Starscream had wrapped around his frail form. The only sound in the night was
the jingle of chains as he walked, alone, toward a club he had never visited on
a cold winter night.
---
Soundwave stretched out on the velvet-lined bench. He was exhausted after the
group’s sprint across town. The west side was no longer safe for Decepticons.
Megatron had been pooling his resources against the Autobots, completely
ignoring their other interests. It was a dangerous time. They were now holed up
in the VIP booth at Elysium, a small strip club Megatron used mainly for male
prostitution. It was amateur night, a good night for recruiting. Soundwave
heard the club door open, but the sound was followed only by a single set of
high heels and the tingle of small chains. Just another boy to dance for the
gutters of Energon City. Soundwave’s inner monologue was ended as if he were
punched. It was Starscream. Even through the thick feminine makeup, Soundwave
recognized him.
Starscream spoke briefly to the bartender before being directed to the club DJ.
Soundwave knew what he was doing. The DJ interrupted the cheesy music to make
an announcement.
“Dancing next, a virgin to our fabulous stage, Neana.” The audience did not
seem to respond, or even notice the change of entertainment. Starscream dropped
the thick wool coat at the DJ booth, and strutted toward the stage. He was
wearing thigh-high leather boots, with tall stiletto heels and a black,
chained, corset. He was otherwise undressed. Soundwave stared as the tense
muscles of Starscream’s ass propelled him up the stairs and into the spotlight.
Everyone in the room suddenly took notice as the teen’s hairless body came into
full view. Skywarp stared down with him.
“Show finally got interesting, eh Soundwave?” Soundwave feared that Skywarp
would recognize him, afraid he would suspect something that could jeopardize
his standing with Megatron. His fears were unfounded. “Wonder who he is.”
Starscream started to move to the rhythm of the music, gyrating with the bass
beats. Slowly, he worked into a groove, dancing expertly to the overplayed
house music. The audience in the front row stood, rushing the stage to get as
close to the action as possible. Several of them tried to grab at the boy.
Soundwave grabbed at the phone nearby. It was a direct line to the DJ booth.
“Send that one up. Now.” Soundwave slammed the phone down. The DJ was already
fighting through the crowd by the time the phone had settled. Within minutes,
Starscream was being shoved into the VIP box. Soundwave was behind Skywarp and
Ravage, and he made a gesture of silence to his secret lover.
“Normally we don’t do private shows on amateur night, Soundwave, not even for
you or your cronies,” The DJ muttered.
“You seem to forget who pays your salary.” Soundwave glared at the DJ, letting
his words sink in. Finally, the DJ sighed, giving in, and left the VIP booth,
closing the door behind him. Ravage, drunk from his few cocktails, pulled
Starscream onto the room’s miniature stage. Skywarp smirked to himself,
stealthily locking the door behind his back.
“Dance for us! I haven’t had my fill of you yet, whore!” Ravage slurred the
words, falling into a plush red chair. Soundwave nodded, busying himself with
an exit strategy. Starscream obliged, dancing inexpertly around the pole.
Skywarp reentered the main area of the room, gesturing with one finger to draw
Soundwave near. Soundwave noticed a familiar glint in the Seeker’s eye.
“I just bought us dessert.” He held up a small silver key. “No one’s getting in
or out of here until we finish it.” Soundwave hid his concern. Skywarp strode
to the stage, and leaned back against the boardroom-style table in it’s center.
He only took his eyes off of Starscream long enough to throw a suggestive
glance toward Soundwave. Ravage stood, cheering loudly, as Starscream fell into
a new gyration, matching the changing rhythm of the club music. He stumbled
backward, falling onto Skywarp, who caught him easily with one arm. Starscream
stopped dancing, moving to hop off the table, presumably to Ravage’s aid.
Soundwave moved to grab him, holding him tightly by the arm.
“Just let it happen,” he whispered, “the only way we’ll make it out of here
without alerting Megatron is to let things take their course.” Starscream
nodded slightly, not daring to look into Soundwave’s eyes, but craving it more
than anything. The couple watched as Skywarp moved his hands over the drunken
teen’s chest. He popped the buttons of Ravage’s shirt open with his strong
fingers, exposing the taut chest and perky nipples of a young man. Ravage was
hardly able to think, let alone defend himself. Skywarp spun around, dropping
Ravage onto the boardroom table. Ravage rolled backwards, dropping his head
heavily onto the thick cherry tabletop. Skywarp pulled on the studded leather
belt encircling Ravage’s jeans. The recruit twisted in the tight denim, almost
struggling. Soundwave remained silent, subconsciously tightening his grip on
Starscream.
Skywarp pulled the belt free, letting it drop to the carpet, before undoing the
button fly. He yanked on the jeans, denim fell to the floor. Ravage was now
wearing only an unbuttoned shirt. His body was flawless, marked only by a small
tattoo of a black jaguar on his hip. Skywarp, having accomplished his task,
seemed suddenly disinterested.
“I could have this body any time I want it,” he said to no one in particular,
“I think I should focus on tonight’s special.” He turned his head toward
Starscream, measuring him with his eyes. He looked like a lunatic. Soundwave
swallowed his fear; it was vital that no other Decepticons suspected their
relationship. He violently shoved Starscream toward the insane man by the
table.
Skywarp caught him, and immediately began fondling Starscream’s exposed cock.
Soundwave approached Ravage, the newest Decepticon, and began to strip down. No
one ever said that he couldn’t enjoy keeping up appearances. Soundwave crawled
onto the table, kneeling over the semi-conscious Ravage. Soundwave slipped his
limp cock into Ravage’s mouth, moaning at the welcoming warmth.
Starscream remained as motionless as possible, letting Skywarp guide his body
into various positions. The lunatic seemed to be examining him, as if
considering the best way to use him. Finally, he stood, and after a moment’s
hesitation, backhanded Starscream across the face, dropping him to the carpet.
Soundwave did not react. Skywarp grabbed Starscream’s hair, and dragged him
onto his knees. Skywarp grinned as he violently pulled Starscream onto the
table, leaving him kneeling over Ravage, just behind Soundwave. Ravage’s cock
was even with Starscream’s, and they rubbed together as Ravage’s body responded
to Soundwave’s force.
Skywarp pushed him forward, his face colliding with Soundwave’s warm back. His
ass stuck out over the edge of the table, between Ravage’s thighs. Skywarp
stood behind him, his cock throbbing as various articles of clothing hit the
floor. Starscream prepared for the inevitable, and moments later, Skywarp’s
cock was forcing it’s way into him. Starscream bit his lip, not wanting to give
Skywarp the satisfaction of causing him pain. Ravage stirred underneath the
three Decepticons, though his body did not protest the attention. Soundwave’s
cock had swollen in his youthful mouth, the pout of his black-painted lips
framed the girth. Skywarp slid brutally into Starscream, showing no concern for
the teen’s enjoyment. Starscream pleasured himself if for no other reason than
as a distraction, but he soon admitted that he was enjoying the situation. He
wrapped his hand around both his and Ravage’s cocks, tugging on both as he was
taken.
Skywarp placed his hands on Starscream’s waist, harshly digging his sharpened
fingernails into the tender flesh. Despite his effort, Starscream let out a
shrill shriek. Soundwave turned in concern before he could catch himself, but
quickly recovered the act. He leaned back toward Starscream, twisted at the
waist so that his cock remained buried in Ravage’s mouth. Their lips met, and
they kissed. It was not passionate, simply lustful, but Soundwave was forced to
wonder whether or not it gave them away. Skywarp merely stared ahead, grinning
maniacally as his fingers dug pits into Starscream’s sides.
Ravage came first, his drunken state surely spurring the rapid orgasm. He
climaxed silently, the only sign of it was the warm cum that filled
Starscream’s hand. Starscream’s fist did not slow, his own orgasm was close.
Soundwave felt Ravage cum, and from the hot, ragged gasps that fell upon his
own stubbly cheek, he knew that Starscream was not far behind. Soundwave raised
upright, and turned, so that he was facing Starscream. He pulled the boy’s head
down onto his cock, and Starscream eagerly cleaned the black smears of
Soundwave’s infidelity away. Skywarp leaned forward, driving Starscream into
Soundwave’s crotch. Ten inches of Decepticon pushed into Starscream’s throat.
Skywarp began to laugh, and he shot one hand up, clamping it around
Starscream’s neck. Starscream could draw no breath as he was strangled by
Skywarp and choked by Soundwave. Every muscle in his body tensed, and his
asshole tightened around Skywarp’s intrusion. Skywarp stopped laughing as he
climaxed, shooting hot cum into Starscream’s ass. He did not release his grip.
Soundwave began sliding his cock out of Starscream’s throat, sighing at the
pleasure of the slow exit as he came, filling Starscream’s mouth and throat. He
withdrew completely, and only then noticed that Starscream was still silent. He
looked up and saw the hideous visage of Skywarp, his lips drawn back in such a
fierce grin that every sharp tooth was visible. His hands were clamped around
Starscream’s neck. The boy’s face was turning a bright red, contrasted with the
white cum clinging around his lips.
“Skywarp! What are you…Drop him! Stop it, that’s an order!”
“What do you care Soundwave? Isn’t this just some street whore? What does it
matter to you?” His black eyes pierced Soundwave’s. “Or is there more to it?”
Soundwave looked over his shoulder. Ravage was still mostly unconscious, he
wouldn’t remember a thing. Soundwave gathered his resolve and drew his pistol
from the discarded clothes on the floor. He cocked it, leveling the sights with
Skywarp’s maniacal stare. The room filled with a cacophony, and then, silence.
Starscream fell to the floor, coughing up blood and cum. Skywarp crumpled back
into the plush red chair, his face a mess of blood and sweat. The wall behind
him was painted with a splash of crimson, eerily dripping into a form that
suggested a twisted smiling face. Always had the last laugh, you son of a
bitch.
Soundwave hastily pulled Ravage and Starscream into the loft before sliding the
great door shut and locking it. He was sure they had lost their pursuer, but
security never hurt. Soundwave dashed through the apartment, drawing curtains
and blinds as he went. Starscream followed, turning on lights and rechecking
windows. Ravage had been led to the couch, where he now lay, recovering from
the sprint across town. Eventually, Soundwave felt that the loft was secure
enough. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. A small charm dangled
from it in the shape of an old boom box. He flipped the phone open and dialed a
number.
“Laserbeak, I need a favor. I need you to run surveillance on a club downtown
called Elysium. It’s one of the boss’s projects, but something went bad. Report
back to me if any of our old friends are there.” Soundwave was briefly silent,
listening closely to Laserbeak’s reply. “Good. The faster the better, we were
followed, I want to know who it was.” Soundwave closed the phone and pocketed
it. He reentered the main room, staring off as if considering the wall.
“Are we going to be ok?” Starscream asked, obviously nervous.
“No thanks to you.” Soundwave snapped.
“What? What are you saying?”
“Do you have any idea how fucked we are? Just because you wanted to play
stripper for a night?”
“You think this was my fault?”
“Skywarp wouldn’t be dead if you hadn’t shown up.”
“Skywarp wouldn’t be dead if you hadn’t shot him!”
“I was saving your life you little slut! Do I have to rush in to save you every
time you go out looking for cock?”
“I wouldn’t have to go looking if you were here to give it to me! And how dare
you suggest that I wanted this?”
“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, Starscream. You’re a failure as a
Decepticon, a failure as a lover, and a failure as a whore.” Starscream was
silenced. He stared at Soundwave, hurt. “I won’t have you if you are going to
fail me again.”
“How can you say…”
“I won’t lose you to this war! I can’t!” Soundwave shouted, rousing the dazed
Ravage.
“Wha…What’s going on?” Ravage yawned. Starscream turned, to hide the tears in
his eyes, and ran into the bedroom, leaving Ravage and Soundwave alone.
“We’re going to be here for a while, there was an accident at the club. Skywarp
is dead.”
“How? We were just….wait, did, did I?”
“No, you had nothing to do with it…” Soundwave remembered everything that
Ravage did have to do with it with shocking clarity. “My gun misfired, Skywarp
was attacking Starscream. We were followed from the club; we’re hiding here
until we figure out who it was.” Ravage took a moment to let the information
fall into place around the hazy memory he had of the past few hours.
“Why are you worried about the cops? Ninety percent of them are on Megatron’s
payroll.”
“It’s not the cops I’m worried about, Ravage.” Soundwave would say no more.
---
Laserbeak walked casually around the corner, effortlessly blending into the
crowd of onlookers. Squad cars surrounded the club, painting the surrounding
buildings alternating shades of red and blue. Laserbeak noticed familiar faces
and pulled his hood up in an effort to hide his own. What he saw didn’t make
sense.
Megatron had a detective pulled away from the crowd, and was interrogating him.
Neither of them seemed to have any idea what had happened. Elysium was one of
Megatron’s favorite clubs, he kept it tightly under his thumb. If Soundwave and
Skywarp were supposed to be here on his business, why was he so shocked? Why
wasn’t he feeding the cops a story? Suddenly, two paramedics wheeled a gurney
out the front doors. The thin white sheet covering the disaster that was
Skywarp’s face was quickly staining a dark crimson. The crowd surged forward,
every filthy meatbag clamoring for a look at the corpse. Laserbeak moved with
them. He gained several feet and was able to pick up some of Megatron’s
conversation.
“I told you, we don’t know exactly what happened. All I can say is that this
looks like a gangland hit if there ever was one, and that gentlemen on the cart
is a known criminal.”
“There is no gang activity in my club, officer, I run a clean ship.” Megatron
replied, desperately trying to hide the fact that he had no idea what the hell
was going on.
“Well, all I can say is that this club is now a crime scene, and based on the
lack of valid identification on most of the dancers here at the time of the
murder, I would find a damned good lawyer if I were you.” At this, the
detective turned his back on Megatron and began moving from witness to witness,
taking reports. Megatron was filled with rage. His face tightened in an
expression that looked as if it could call hellfire from the heavens. He
stormed past the cops guarding the door and into the darkness of his club.
Laserbeak fought his way out of the crowd and pulled out his cell phone.
---
“What’s the situation?”
“It’s not good, sir. The place is crawling with heat. Megatron is putting up a
pretty good act of being clueless.”
“Megatron was there?”
“Of course…He did know about this didn’t he? Tell me you didn’t take any
outside business to Megatron’s turf.”
“Don’t worry about it Laserbeak, what happened has nothing to do with you, and
nothing to do with the Decepticons.”
“Skywarp is dead, Soundwave, how in sweet fuck does this not have to do with
the Decepticons? Were the Autobots there? Who got him? I’d kill them myself if
I could…”
“I said forget it about, Laserbeak! Get out of there before someone recognizes
you. Keep an eye behind your back until you get home.”
“Whatever you say boss. Take care of yourself.”
Soundwave hung up the phone. All they could do now was wait. It wouldn’t do to
draw more attention to themselves. With any luck, Megatron would have no reason
to suspect them. Soundwave left Ravage and waked into the bedroom to try to
repair the damage he had surely caused to Starscream. The boy was lying in bed,
curled as close to the wall as possible. His sobs were audible over the wind
outside. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the
heavy drapes. Soundwave pulled Starscream onto his back. Soundwave knew that
the only way to regain Starscream’s trust was through the intimacy that only
two lovers can share. Soundwave pulled on the coat that they had used to
obscure Starscream’s partial nudity during their escape. It easily fell open,
leaving the boy again mostly undressed. Starscream struggled to turn away, but
Soundwave forced his way on top of Starscream, pinning him to the mattress.
“What are you doing? Wouldn’t you rather fuck the new boy?”
“If that’s what you’d prefer. Ravage! Get the fuck in here!” From the other
room came a fuzzy reply.
“What the hell? I’m trying to fuckin’ sleep!” Soundwave stood, leaving
Starscream’s sight. Starscream heard his heavy footsteps from the adjoining
room.
“Ow! Dammit! What the hell are you doing?” Ravage shrieked, followed by a loud
thud and the sound of something being dragged across the floor. Soundwave
reappeared, clutching Ravage’s ebony hair in his fist. The other D-con looked
to finally be awake, but very unhappy. Soundwave threw him unceremoniously onto
the bed at Starscream’s feet. Starscream looked up at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Only what you asked of me. I live to serve, Starscream.” With that, he ripped
Ravage’s jeans down to his knees, shoving the young man’s face into the bed
sheets. Ravage was forced into a presenting position, his face toward
Starscream. His eyes were filled with shock. Soundwave spit onto Ravage’s ass.
Ravage protested:
“What the fuck is going on now?” Soundwave responded by forcing two fingers
into the tight hole. Starscream watched silently. Ravage clawed at the bed,
trying to regain his composure. Soundwave quickly grabbed for the police-issue
handcuffs on the bedside table. He pulled Ravage’s arms behind his back and
locked the cuffs around them. Defenseless, Ravage shouted at his attacker.
“Exactly what did I do to deserve this?!”
“You had the nerve to walk into my apartment with an ass like this.” Soundwave
withdrew his fingers, much to Ravage’s relief. Unfortunately, he suddenly heard
the sound of a zipper behind him. A sudden revelation dawned on Ravage, and he
desperately began to wish for more alcohol. He felt a sharp pressure that
quickly developed to a sharp pain. Starscream winced as Ravage screamed. Tears
filled Ravage’s eyes, spilling down his cheeks. Soundwave looked directly into
Starscream’s eyes as he penetrated Ravage for the first time in years. He began
thrusting, uncaring of Ravage’s shrieks of pain. He filled every inch of
Ravage’s asshole. Ravage coughed as he groaned with pain.
Starscream tried to look away, but he couldn’t shut the sound out of his head.
He was forced to look back, straight into his lover’s eyes. Soundwave paused as
Starscream looked at him, and for a moment, the boy thought that Soundwave had
finished punishing him. Without breaking his stare, Soundwave pulled out,
flipping Ravage onto his back. He grabbed the man’s thighs, spreading his long
legs. He crawled forward, his face barely a foot from Starscream’s, and
reentered Ravage. Soundwave parted his lips, as if to move in for a kiss, but
lowered his head, forcing his mouth down on top of his victim’s.
Soundwave’s tongue fought through Ravage’s lips, and into his mouth. Ravage
continued to cry out, but he had lost the energy to physically fight back.
Soundwave fucked him mercilessly. After a few more thrusts, Soundwave broke the
kiss, pushing his body upward to look into Starscream’s eyes once again. He
broke into a sneer as Ravage gave a sudden moan. Cum ran down the curve of
Ravage’s ass as Soundwave pulled out. Starscream watched as the Decepticon
stood and stroked the last few drops of cum out onto Ravage’s thighs. He then
turned, finally looking away from Starscream, and walked into the shower.
---
The bathroom was filled with steam when Starscream entered, and Soundwave was
barely visible through the fog. Starscream stepped into the tiled shower,
looking up woefully into Soundwave’s eyes. Soundwave was silent. Starscream
fell onto Soundwave’s chest, sobbing heavily. Soundwave was shocked, he began
to wrap an arm around the boy, but stopped and let it fall to his side.
Instead, he pushed Starscream away and fell to his knees. Soundwave pulled
Starscream’s cock into his mouth, holding the boy’s ass with one hand. He let
the boy grow hard against his tongue before sliding his mouth along the length
of it. Starscream breathed heavily, moaning slightly between subsiding sobs.
Soundwave moved quickly, allowing the head of Starscream’s cock to pass into
his throat, sucking with each breath.
Within minutes, Starscream came. Soundwave pulled back, letting it spill
between them. He stood and held Starscream in his arms.
“I won’t lose you, Starscream,” He said, his eyes closed. Starscream moaned
into his chest.
“I love you, Soundwave.” They stood there for a long time, letting the hot
water cascade around them. The steam poured out into the bedroom, where Ravage
struggled against his bonds. He could swear he saw a dark figure beyond the
drapes of the bedroom, a figure wearing a long trench coat. Without warning,
the lights went black.
***** Stay With Boy? *****
Chapter Summary
     Shit well and truly hits the fan, as Starscream and Soundwave deal
     with the sudden intrusion of a known psychotic killer. Meanwhile,
     Megatron entertains himself using Optimus Prime's son (and part-time
     sex slave) Bumblebee as his own personal toy. Energon City is falling
     rapidly into ruin, and when things can't possibly get more out of
     control, the madness spirals even further.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter has, well, just a lot of weird and dumb and fucked up
     stuff in it. I wrote this thing (albeit over eight years ago), and I
     don't even understand why some of this stuff is here. If you're still
     with me this far in, I'm probably not going to shock you now. Still,
     blood, violence, rape, and a whole lot more, below.
Soundwave awoke, still groggy. He was in the loft, though it was unusually
dark. He tried to stand up, but found himself tied tightly to an antique chair.
“Nmmfhm!” He mumbled, as he discovered the large ball gag filling his mouth.
What the hell is going on? He thought, trying to piece together what had
happened to him. He looked around, picking out details of the darkened bedroom.
Turning toward the bed, his eyes widened. A tall figure, wrapped in a long
coat, stood menacingly over a small shape. Without warning, light flooded back
into the room, temporarily blinding him. He heard a choked, high-pitched laugh
come from the bed. Blackout!
“Welcome back, sir, I hope you enjoyed your rest!” The rogue cackled. “You’re
just in time for the night’s festivities. I was getting impatient, but I didn’t
want you to miss anything.” He gestured toward the restrained figure on the
bed. Soundwave’s eyes focused on the unconscious face of Starscream. He had
been bound in restraints that should have been on Ravage, who was missing. “If
Megatron were here to see this, my God! He always doubted your loyalty,
Soundwave, but to take his newest trainee and use him to kill off Skywarp!
That’s just twisted!”
“Whmmsff mmvg?” Asked Soundwave.
“What? I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t understand that order. I’ll have to
get back to you on that once the work has started.” Blackout stretched his full
height, spreading his arms in a great arc. The coat fell open, revealing his
bare chest, the skin broken by numerous jagged scars. Blackout was dressed in
regalia he usually reserved for only the most important battles. His gunmetal
hair gelled up in razor-like spikes. His dark eyes were covered by round tinted
goggles. His cracked grin split his face like a jack-o-lantern. If Soundwave
could feel fear, he would have. Blackout fell into a squat over Starscream, and
slid one thin hand into his coat pocket. When he withdrew it, Soundwave was
horrified to see a long, thin, bladed ring on his pinky finger. The razor
protruded about two inches above the fingertip, and the overhead light glinted
off of its keen edge.
Blackout rolled Starscream onto his back. His limbs fell limply to the bed, his
expressionless face turned toward Soundwave, as if pleading for help.
Starscream’s mouth was not gagged, and it hung open loosely, a tragic but
beautiful pout. His hair was still wet from the shower, and drops of water
still clung to his fully-exposed skin. Blackout crouched over the boy like a
predator over a kill. He seemed to have lost interest in Soundwave, and was
focused entirely on the boy. He opened his hand, spreading the fingers, placed
them on the smooth plane of Starscream’s milky chest. He chuckled shrilly,
licking his lips as he drew the hand quickly and forcefully downward. Dark
crimson blood immediately rose across his torso, drawing a line from
Starscream’s nipple to his groin. Soundwave roared into his gag, struggling
against the unforgiving bonds.
Starscream’s eyelids fluttered, and a small groan escaped his throat. Blackout
grinned.
“Finally, the main event awakens. I swear, how you two sleepyheads survived
this long is a miracle. Anyone could just walk right the fuck in and shoot you
and you wouldn’t even wake up to die!” Blackout cackled loudly, and without
even looking, he slashed another long gash across Starscream’s stomach. This
time, the boy howled, his eyes confused and pleading.
“What the fuck is going on?!” He begged, turning to look from Blackout to
Soundwave. “What’s hap…” Blackout cut him off with another swipe, ripping
through the soft flesh of Starscream’s side. Another shriek escaped the boy, as
his eyes brimmed with tears.
“You will speak when spoken to!” Blackout ordered. “The only noises you need to
make are screams, groans, moans, and cries.” Blackout ran through this list in
a matter-of-fact tone, the way one would read off their grocery list. “I guess
you need more practice.” Blackout shrugged, and placed the edge of his blade on
the taut skin of Starscream’s thigh. The metal bit into Starscream’s skin, and
a drop of crimson broke from the incision. Blackout followed the contour of
Starscream’s leg, drawing the finger-blade down it’s length. None of the cuts
were deep enough to permanently injure him, just enough to paint his body a
two-tone of white and red.
Soundwave’s wrists burned, the skin rubbed raw as he struggled against the
ropes holding him captive. His jaw ached from the gag, his throat dry from
screaming with rage. Blackout leaned back, watching the squirming teenager with
interest. He used his unarmed hand to pop the three-button fly on his black
jeans. He deftly shoved his fingers into the narrow gap between denim and skin.
Blackout raised himself up, using gravity to help pull his jeans off. The
fabric fell silently to the bed, where Blackout kicked it to the floor. His
cock was already rock hard. He fell to his knees, sitting comfortably on
Starscream’s stomach. Starscream’s chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.
He was starting to regret waking up. Blackout grabbed his dick with one hand,
using his armed finger to draw small concentric rings around Starscream’s
nipples. Each slash drew another groan of agony from the boy, and each groan
heightened Blackout’s pleasure.
Blood pooled on Starscream’s chest, a red mirror reflecting the ceiling.
Blackout dipped his pleasuring hand into this fluid, and using it as a vampiric
lubricant, began masturbating furiously. Starscream’s blood splattered onto
Blackout’s tanned stomach. Blackout threw his head back and laughed. Starscream
wriggled beneath him, trying desperately to escape the madman’s clutches.
“Legs falling asleep? Don’t worry about it; it happens to me all the time.”
Blackout laughed shrilly. He stood, but before Starscream could act, Blackout
grabbed Starscream’s ankles, flipping the boy over onto his stomach. The
friction sent waves of pain flowing from the many cuts across his front.
Blackout dug his claws into Starscream’s hips, dragging the poor teenager up
onto his knees, in much the same position Ravage had been in a few hours
before. Blackout used Starscream’s own blood as lubrication as he forced his
way inside.
Starscream stared at Soundwave, tears streaming down his blood-stained face.
There was nothing Soundwave could do. His bonds were too tight. Blackout held
Starscream one handed, using his blade to carve more trails across the boy’s
back. Blackout knelt over him, lowering his head to lick the copper-tasting
fluid from Starscream’s youthful skin. Soundwave felt hot breath in his ear.
“Be silent, he hasn’t noticed me yet.” It was Ravage. “I have your gun.”
Soundwave’s heart paused. Could it be that easy? Was the newest Decepticon
going to be their savior on his first night in the field?
Blackout suddenly rose erect, his face streaked with blood, his face twisted
into a maniacal smile. He thrust spasmodically, small whines fell from
Starscream’s mouth. Just as Blackout was reaching climax, he raised his armed
hand over Starscream’s neck, preparing to drop it hard and deep at the last
moment, extinguishing the boy’s life along with his orgasm. Ravage took the
moment to act, raising the gun and cocking it.
The sound was too loud to escape Blackout’s hearing, and the rogue Decepticon
pulled out of Starscream, rolling off the bed just as a bullet tore through the
wall behind him. Ravage had left the invisibility of the shadows, and bounded
over the bed, hoping to catch Blackout before he could regain his composure.
The floor was bare. Blackout was nowhere to be seen. Ravage followed a thin
blood trail to an open window in the living room. The fire escape creaked
outside it, signaling the descent of Starscream’s attacker. Ravage decided
against pursuing the trained assassin, instead returning to the bedroom to free
Starscream and Soundwave.
---
“I went into hiding as soon as the power went out,” Ravage began, recounting
his tale of what had happened since Blackout’s entrance. “I didn’t move between
then and when I attacked him. He came in through the living room window, and
went straight past me into the bathroom, where the two of you were cleaning up.
He pulled a short club out of his pocket and knocked both of you over the head
with it. I couldn’t believe how quickly he moved, I’ve never seen anything like
it.”
“He’s the strongest killer Megatron’s ever employed.” Soundwave begrudgingly
admitted, as he gingerly applied peroxide to Starscream’s many wounds.
Starscream winced with each application.
“What’ll he do to us now?” asked Starscream.
“He’ll probably avoid us for a while; maybe he’ll go tell Megatron what he
saw.”
“Ha!” Chortled Ravage, “As if Megatron would believe you killed Skywarp. That’s
just ridiculous, Skywarp was your friend.” Soundwave was silent. He had no
intention of letting Ravage know that he had in fact done just that.
“Do we need to get out of town?” Starscream was obviously concerned.
“Ravage is right, I doubt Megatron is so paranoid that he’d believe someone
like Blackout, but we’ll just have to be prepared for anything.” Soundwave
looked out the window at the retreating thunderstorm. He wondered just how
prepared he was.
---
Dozens of miles away, in a stuffy penthouse office downtown, the Decepticon
leader waited for news from his favorite lunatic. Rain pelted his windows, and
booming thunderbolts shook the building. In a forgotten corner of the room,
Optimus Prime’s son quivered with fear. I think it’s time I find something to
distract me from all this waiting. Megatron thought. I do hate being patient.
---
As far as Soundwave figured, the three of them were now marked for death.
Blackout had escaped, and he was undoubtedly going to tell Megatron what he had
seen. The best course of action would be to get out of the city. Starscream had
suggested allying with the Autobots, and hiding out at Prime’s house in Ark
Meadows. He was quickly silenced.
“We may be deserting the Decepticons, but I’ll be damned if I will work with
those fucks.” Soundwave scolded. “They’ve killed more than a handful of my
friends.” They eventually decided that they had no choice but to wait for
contact from a friendly source that could help smuggle them to safety. “We have
at least a few hours before Laserbeak will be able to respond to my voicemail,”
Soundwave said, “What can we do to stay calm until then?”
“Well,” said Ravage, still nude in the bed, “I can think of one thing.”
---
Megatron looked down at Bumblebee. The boy was hardly recognizable. Bumblebee’s
face was covered in exaggerated blush and mascara, his head topped with a long
wig of golden ringlets. The wig was held securely in place by a length of black
velvet ribbon tied in a floppy bow. The boy was wearing a puffy, Victorian
dress. It was also black, with intricate yellow needlework running in stripes.
The edges of the gown were trimmed in black lace. Bumblebee wore soft formal
gloves that stretched to his elbows, and thigh-high leggings decorated with
tiny black bows. He wore shiny buckled shoes that were almost able to reflect
the frilly white panties beneath the formal attire. Under normal circumstances,
he would be thoroughly humiliated, but this was sadly not the worst he had
endured since his kidnapping.
“So…What now?” Bumblebee asked, somewhat afraid of any possible answers.
Megatron considered him. He found that he had little desire to fuck the boy, he
had done that plenty of times already. Instead, he walked around his desk and
sat in his chair.
“Stand by the door and keep your mouth shut, for now anyway.” Megatron smirked
as Bumblebee did as he asked. After spending a moment watching Bumblebee adjust
his underwear, Megatron pressed the send button on his office intercom.
“Barricade,” He spoke, “Come in here, I have arranged a special treat for your
break.” He released the button.
---
Starscream ran his fingers across Ravage’s bare chest. His mouth closed over
Ravage’s lips, as both groaned with every breath. Soundwave lay beside them,
licking sweat from Starscream’s nipples, his tongue running gingerly across the
healing scrapes Blackout left behind. Starscream’s and Ravage’s arms crossed
each other, their fists closed loosely around each other’s cocks. Starscream
also used a free hand to tend to Soundwave’s ten inch erection.
Ravage reveled in the warmth of Starscream in his palm. The sensation of soft,
velvety skin contrasted with the metallic hardness of his erection. Through his
cock, Ravage felt every spasm of Starscream’s body. His quickening breath sent
shivers through the shaft. After only a few minutes of stroking, Ravage felt
Starscream’s groin tighten with arousal. Suddenly, he discovered a desire to
have Starscream inside of him. Any hole, it didn’t matter, he just needed to be
close to the teen.
Soundwave lay back, lowering his head until it was even with Ravage’s dick.
Ravage pushed Starscream backwards, until the teen Decepticon fell onto his
back. Ravage rotated onto his side, placing his open mouth over Starscream’s
cock, his own pointing outward toward Soundwave. The older man obligingly
pulled Ravage inside of his warm mouth. Ravage gasped, sending shockwaves
through Starscream’s body. Soundwave reacted with the skill of a hardened
battler, taking advantage of Starscream’s moment of vulnerability. He spun a
leg around the teen’s neck, pulling him effectively into his own crotch.
Starscream greedily pulled Soundwave into his mouth, suckling the shaft. The
triangle of men filled with ecstasy. Ravage spasmed uncontrollably, groaning
deeply around Starscream’s cock.
---
The office door shut with a rush of air. Barricade stood in the room. He was
dressed in a very polished state trooper uniform. Tall leather boots stretched
up almost to Bumblebee’s chest. The man was relatively tall, and just muscular
enough to appear intimidating. Bumblebee caused him a violent double-take. As
realization spread through Bumblebee’s mind, a vast smile stretched across
Barricade’s face.
---
Ravage’s head rolled back; Starscream’s cock fell free. Ravage didn’t notice,
he was screaming.
“Fuck! Fuck yeah! I’m gonna cum!” Without further warning, Ravage’s body
stiffened, and his breath halted. Seconds later, he was racked with shakes, as
he let out great whooping moans. Soundwave’s mouth filled with the fluid that
had been denied for so long. Soundwave wrapped his tongue around the base of
Ravage’s cock, cleaning it to the tip. Soundwave, no longer needing to worry
about Ravage, turned to be more comfortable as Starscream continued to milk his
manhood. As soon as he was able to regain his composure, Ravage wrapped his
fist around Starscream’s stiff cock, pulling it gently, lapping at its head
with his tongue. He was determined to give Starscream an orgasm to rival the
one he received from Soundwave.
---
“Barricade has always had an affinity for younger girls. He may not be the most
intelligent gentlemen to work for me, but at least he has taste.” Megatron
appeared thoughtful. “Barricade, this is Arcee. Optimus Prime’s only daughter.”
Bumblebee blushed, though the thick makeup hid his embarrassment. Barricade
stared at him, as if attempting to burn the image into his memory for future
use. Little did he know how short that future would be.
“How…how can I please you?” Bumblebee stammered, unable to look the man in the
eye.
---
Shortly after Ravage had came, Soundwave was beginning to show signs of a
peaking orgasm. Ravage crawled over Starscream’s sprawled out legs, kneeling
with his softening cock rubbing against Starscream’s rigid member. He grasped
both shafts, using his own spit as lubrication, pumping his grasp up and down
the two cocks. His own shaft began to harden again at the attention. He purred
softly with pleasure as Starscream’s body began to react favorably, his hips
slightly pressing into Ravage’s hand.
The two were breathing in unison, their cocks spasming against each other.
Precum dripped between Ravage’s fingers. His anticipation fed his arousal, and
he was soon on his way to a second orgasm, just as Starscream reached his
first. Starscream gasped sharply, his abs tightening as cum sprayed from
Ravage’s fist. A few drops landed softly on the surprised boy’s lips. With his
best seductive face, Ravage darted his tongue out to catch the stray drops, and
finding the taste enjoyable, fell onto Starscream’s cock to lick it clean.
---
Bumblebee pulled Barricade’s cock out of his mouth long enough to catch a fast
breath, before allowing the stranger to enter it again. The child kept one
gloved hand around the base of Barricade’s shaft, rubbing the velvet slowly up
and down the man’s flesh. He had barely more than Barricade’s head in his small
mouth, but he moved it quickly to make up for the shallow penetration. Megatron
watched the scene, noticing the bright red of Bumblebee’s lips wrapped around
the swollen manhood. Barricade was watching Bumblebee with great interest,
making every effort to keep this event in his mind for the rest of his life.
“I bet you love that cock, dontcha girlie?” Barricade drawled. Bumblebee
nodded, his baby blue eyes straying up from the man’s stomach only briefly.
“That’s enough of that for now, why don’t you rest your tongue for a bit while
I toy around under your hood?” Barricade’s cock fell from his lips with an
audible pop. Bumblebee looked to Megatron, hoping his master would protect
their secret, but Megatron was silent, unmoving. Barricade’s large, filthy
fingers strayed across Bumblebee’s body. He rubbed his thumbs in circles around
Bumblebee’s covered nipples, delighting in the soft squeals the boy made. He
dropped to one knee, lowering himself almost to Bumblebee’s level, before
sliding one hand down and under the boy’s dress.
Bumblebee felt the powerful hand gliding up his thigh, onto the few inches of
skin that separated the long stockings from the lacy panties. They continued
upward, thankfully following the back curve onto Bumblebee’s ass. Barricade
squeezed it roughly, letting his middle finger prod into the tight asshole
hidden beneath a few thin pieces of lace. Bumblebee whimpered, trying to avoid
what was inevitably coming next. As Barricade’s finger circled the tight hole,
Bumblebee bit his lip, pleading with his body to not react. Against his will,
Bumblebee’s hidden boyhood began to grow.
---
Starscream and Ravage were double-teaming Soundwave. While Starscream’s expert
mouth worked around Soundwave’s head, Ravage was busy kissing and licking his
shaft and balls. With the two boys worshiping his cock, Soundwave knew he
couldn’t hold the orgasm back much longer. He placed one hand on each of their
heads, pulling softly on their hair as he began to thrust slowly into their
mouths.
---
“What the fuck!?” Barricade screamed with rage. He had knocked Bumblebee onto
his back, and his head was still reeling. “Is this some kind of fucking joke?
You son of a whore!” Barricade overreacted, pulling his revolver from its
holster. Megatron leapt up to intervene, but it was too late. Blood splattered
across the carpet.
---
Soundwave shouted, and the boys screamed as his grip tightened on their hair.
He arched his back and came, shooting into Starscream’s mouth. The small amount
that Starscream couldn’t swallow was quickly gathered up by Ravage. When he was
finally clean, and every drop of cum had been milked from the three men, they
fell, heaving, onto the bed sheets.
---
Barricade fell to his knees, and then forward, face-down onto the pristine
carpet of Megatron’s office. Bumblebee looked up, trying desperately to figure
out if he was alive or dead. He felt a small but strong hand wrap around his,
and a familiar voice called out to him.
“Come on! You have to get up, we have to run!”
I must be dead, Bumblebee thought, because he was now up, running out of the
office, hand in hand with Shia.
Megatron was in shock. Not only had the Witwicky boy not been dealt with, but
he had now eliminated Barricade and freed the Prime boy. This was all too much.
He would give anything for some good news.
“Lord Megatron,” said Blackout, in a monotone voice. He had just entered the
office, stepping over Barricade’s body without a single glance. “I have news
about Skywarp’s murder. It’s about Soundwave…” Megatron sighed and fell into
his chair. The day was far from over.
***** The Shadow of the Valley of Death *****
Chapter Summary
     Years of turf wars come to a head as the Autobots launch an all out
     assault on Decepticon territory. With the city literally burning
     around them, Soundwave and Starscream are forced to face the violent
     results of their torrid affair. Both gangs stand only to lose in this
     final conflict, and before morning comes to Energon City, dozens of
     combatants will litter the streets.
Chapter Notes
     What is there left to say, at this point? We're right at the end of
     the line, folks, and by this point in my writing career, the booze
     was flowing freely. All previous warnings apply here, but more so. In
     addition to the violence and rape, I'm also adding a trigger warning
     here for some very inexperienced and clunky writing.
Optimus shut off the police scanner. It had been an eventful night. According
to the latest reports, two Decepticons, Skywarp and Barricade, were out of
commission. Skywarp was dead, murdered in a seedy strip club downtown.
Barricade was hospitalized in serious condition from a gunshot wound. His own
observations had shown dissent within the D-con ranks. Soundwave, one of the
biggest threats, had not been seen around Megatron’s headquarters in weeks.
Several of the newer D-cons had also come up missing. Now was the time to act.
If the Autobots could take them all down, in one solid attack, the turf war
would be over, and they could regain control of the city. Prime reached for a
fresh cigar, and spun to look out his office window. The Ark Hotel was nearly
finished. Some interior work remained, but overall, it was complete. The hotel
was his legacy, the only accomplishment that the Decepticons hadn’t stolen from
him.
There was a knock at the door. Ironhide stepped in.
“You called me, sir?”
“We attack tonight. Full assault on the D-cons. Their forces are scattered, and
Megatron is vulnerable. I want you and Hound to seek out Soundwave and
Starscream, they seem to have left the gang, and may be of use to us.” Ironhide
nodded. “Send Mirage and Ratchet to infiltrate Megatron’s compound. Try to
avoid police interference; we cannot afford to give them an excuse to
investigate us.”
“What about you sir?”
“Me? I’ll be here, of course. I am little use on the battlefield these days.”
Optimus inhaled deeply, pulling the acrid cigar smoke into his mouth. Ironhide
masked his annoyance. The Autobot leader had grown careful and lazy, two traits
he could not respect.
---
Soundwave and Starscream sprinted down the alley, as Ravage deftly leapt off of
a dumpster, onto a nearby rooftop. From behind them, more explosions erupted in
the night air. Heat and smoke followed them into the street. Ravage broke off
from the other two, heading west across roofs and fire escapes.
The three deserters had taken their safety for granted after Blackout’s
departure. Within an hour, two Decepticons, Brawl and Destroyer, had arrived.
They unceremoniously burst into the loft, hurling Molotov cocktails and small
grenades. A combination of skill and luck had allowed Soundwave’s small
resistance to escape through the bedroom windows as fire overtook the loft. The
building burned behind them, and loud footfalls informed that they were still
being followed. Soundwave spun on his heels, drawing his pistol. He aimed and
fired, not stopping his sprint, and Brawl fell to the pavement.
---
Megatron was looking out on Energon City. A dozen stories below him, Blackout
stalked silently out the front doors of the building. A small intercom built
into Megatron’s desk crackled to life.
“Destroyer is on line one, sir.” The mechanical voice cut out. Megatron picked
up the phone.
“Megatron! Sir! Brawl and I took out the apartment building, but the punks took
off. Brawl chased them down an alley heading Southward. I saw the puny one
heading west. I think I heard a gunshot, but I can’t be sure.” Destroyer
sounded out of breath, or nervous, it was hard to tell.
“Very good Destroyer. Continue pursuit, and keep me informed.” Megatron hung up
before Destroyer could continue. Everything was still under control. That was
when the door opened.
---
Ironhide was bathed in the orange light of the burning building. Someone had
beat them to it. Hound darted around the flaming complex, looking for signs of
movement in the alleys surrounding the building. Ironhide didn’t much see the
point; Decepticons rarely made a hit this large and missed, and frankly, he had
no real desire to join up with the deserters anyway. He’d just as soon see them
dead.
---
Ravage had doubled-back to the apartment. He wanted to look for remaining D-
cons that could compromise their escape. Ravage focused in on a brief movement
in the alleyway behind the apartment. Ravage did not recognize the man prowling
around the alley, but he had only been a D-con a short time, and didn’t know
everyone in the gang. Ravage lined up his shot.
---
Ratchet stepped boldly into the penthouse office. The room was empty and
deathly silent. Ratchet held a large, bulky, rifle in his hands. He swept the
sights across the room, searching for any sign of motion. Eventually, he
lowered his weapon.
“Mirage, it’s clear. Megatron isn’t here.” Ratchet exhaled a sigh of relief as
his partner’s invisible form materialized. Mirage could only remain invisible
for a few minutes at a time, and he was glad to save the energy. His back was
to the desk, and the great window beyond it. Ratchet looked up at him, and
noticed the tall-backed leather chair behind the desk.
“Oh fuck…” Ratchet’s gun was too heavy, and his reflexes too slow. In a second
that stretched on for minutes in front of his eyes, the chair spun around,
revealing the well-dressed Decepticon leader. His eyes burned with bloodlust,
and his hands were full of two automatic pistols. Megatron’s lips spread in a
sneer, as deafening thunder filled the office.
Mirage fell first, oblivious of his own death. His body faded in and out of
sight as death throes overtook him. Ratchet blasted only a single round from
his rifle. The bullet passed harmlessly over Megatron’s right shoulder,
disintegrating the massive window behind him. Two bullets landed in Ratchet’s
shoulder, another in his chest. Ratchet staggered backward, blood trickling
from his mouth. His gun hit the carpet.
“Dammit,” Ratchet stammered, between hacking coughs. “I never would have
thought that a coward like you would have fought back.”
“A coward? You must not know who I am.”
“I have studied your tactics for years, Megatron.”
“Then, my boy, you have been grossly misinformed.”
“You’re insane.”
“Insane? I should say not. Only those foolish enough to follow Optimus Prime’s
corrupted ideas of Justice would consider a man of my vision to be insane. That
man’s mind has rotted with greed, and weakened with guilt. You, Autobot, you
kill to save lives, you fight wars, for peace. And you dare to call me insane.
Such heroic nonsense.”
Megatron stood, pumping two more shots into the intruder. Ratchet fell as the
last bullet tore open his throat.
---
“See anything Hound?” Ironhide called out. There was no reply. “Hound?”
Ironhide stepped around a streetlight, trying to get a better view of the
alleyway. His jaw fell open.
Hound was on his knees, barely lit by the flickering flames. His hands were
behind his head. Obscured in dark shadows, a figure was standing over him. Only
his right arm was visible in the soft light, and it held a large handgun
pressed against Hound’s forehead. Ironhide broke into a sprint, hurling his
body toward the scene. But no matter how hard he ran, it seemed like he was
only getting farther away. Hound’s mouth formed a few words, and his eyes
closed. The shadowy figure fired.
Ironhide, fueled by rage, dashed through the alleyway, following the dark
figure. Ravage was only a few paces ahead of him now, and knew that catching up
with the others was his only chance. He would not survive a straight fight with
Ironhide. The enemies raced through bands of light and shadow, the occasional
streetlamp breaking their dark flight. Suddenly, Ravage rounded a corner, and
there they were. Starscream had fallen, having twisted his ankle on a discarded
bottle. Soundwave was huddled over him, desperately trying to lift the teen to
his feet. Destroyer lay dead beside them.
“Ravage?” Soundwave began. Ravage ran past them, ducking and rolling to the
side as a blast from Ironhide’s shotgun ricocheted off the asphalt. Soundwave
leapt to his feet, drawing his pistol. Ironhide entered the alley, his shotgun
pointed directly at Ravage’s chest.
“Don’t fucking move, Autoshit!” Soundwave leveled his gun with Ironhide’s
temple. Ironhide froze, weighing his options. He was outnumbered, and out-
armed. Retreat would be impossible. He had to play along for now, and hope that
help arrived. “What are you doing on D-con turf?” Soundwave demanded.
“Have you been out of Megatron’s rolodex that long, asswipe?” Ironhide smirked,
this might be easier than he thought. He noticed a light fog beginning to rise
around them. No, he thought, not fog, smoke. The smoke grew thicker, obscuring
the combatant’s feet. “I think it’s about time for my exit, friends.” Ironhide
dropped to the ground, as a loud hissing noise filled the air. The alley became
entirely obscured by the thick smoke, only a few inches of breathing room
remaining clear near the ground. Soundwave and Ravage fell heavily to the
ground, unconscious. After a few moments, the smoke cleared and Ironhide stood
up. He was joined in the alley by a stocky man wearing a filthy gray mechanic’s
jumpsuit. He wore thick working boots, and had a large sack thrown over his
shoulder. His face was covered by an ancient-looking military gas mask. The
glass eyepiece covering everything from his nose up was painted with a crimson
skull.
“Smokescreen,” coughed Ironhide. “I owe you my life, you ugly son of a bitch.”
Smokescreen nodded silently, and gestured toward the three bodies on the
ground. Starscream had been lying down during the gas attack, and had thus been
unaffected. Ironhide bent over, placing one strong arm on the injured teen’s
back. “You seem like a pretty good hostage, boy, cute mouth too.”
---
Optimus was worried. Mirage and Ratchet had failed to report in. Ironhide had
located Soundwave, Ravage, and Starscream, but after running into mild
resistance, had taken the boy hostage and left the other two Decepticons. His
assault was falling apart. Ironhide refused to explain his actions, saying only
that it would be more fun this way. Now, as he looked out his office window, he
saw lights coming on at the unfinished Ark.
Several miles away, Blackout was walking through an alley, heading toward a
burning building. Megatron had known that Brawl and Destroyer were too
incompetent to finish the job, and had sent him to block the most probable path
the fleeing deserters would take. However, they should have been here by now.
Blackout was growing tired of waiting.
---
Starscream felt groggy. Smokescreen had held a damp rag against his face in the
alley, and he had passed out. He felt cold, strong wind rushing through his
hair, and across his naked body. Starscream opened his eyes, trying to figure
out what was going on. He found himself staring down 43 stories to the muddy
construction site below. His body was being supported by a series of straps and
chains leading to a large steel hook dangling from a crane on top of the
building. He swung gently back and forth in the breeze.
“Finally awake, eh?” Ironhide’s gruff voice came from behind him. “I was
starting to think Smokescreen used too much chloroform.” Ironhide grabbed the
boy’s ankles, spinning him around until Starscream faced him. They were on top
of the Ark, though Starscream didn’t know that. Smokescreen stood at least a
hundred feet away, guarding a steel door that presumably led to the main
stairwell. Starscream noticed that he seemed to be watching for people coming
up, more than anyone trying to go down. Ironhide was standing over him like a
hunter over his game. He was also naked, his erect cock dripping with some form
of lubricant.
“I read an interesting article this morning on the internet. I think you’ll
find it interesting.” Ironhide spun Starscream back around. “Hundreds of years
ago, lonely mountain farmers would fuck their llamas to get their jollies.
Problem was, the llamas would always run away. So a few inventive farmers
learned that if you walked the beast up to a cliff, and then fucked it, it
would be too terrified of the cliff to fight back. In fact, they would even
push back!” Ironhide pulled Starscream toward the roof, until his feet barely
hit the concrete. “I got to thinking, I wonder if Decepticons would do the same
thing?”
Ironhide pulled Starscream’s thighs apart, pausing to let the boy gain footing
on the rooftop. Ironhide stepped forward and placed his cock at Starscream’s
opening.
“Let’s see if they call you Starscream for a reason…” Starscream did not
disappoint. His shrieks echoed off of the exposed concrete as Ironhide took
him. His suspension made every movement painful. The leather straps bit into
his wrists, and the chains cut his tender stomach. Starscream’s asshole
stretched unwillingly, giving passage to Ironhide’s cock. Ironhide secured his
footing, and began to thrust into the teenager. Every thrust pushed Starscream
over the edge of the building, and he was forced to use his shaky balance to
keep from tumbling to the mercy of his bonds again.
Starscream’s tears dripped from his chin, falling eternally down to the ground
below. He was sobbing uncontrollably, choking out shrieks anytime Ironhide gave
a particularly forceful shove. He turned his face to the wind.
“Soundwave!” He called between sobs, “Please! Please come to me!” Ironhide
laughed.
“Call all you want slut! No one can hear you but Smokescreen, and the only
interest he has in you is sloppy seconds!” Ironhide’s cock slid easily into the
dangling boy’s ass. Against his will, Starscream pushed back toward him, trying
desperately to avoid losing his footing. His ass held Ironhide with a vice
grip, milking pre-cum from the man’s cock.
“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Starscream pleaded.
“Why? Well why wouldn’t I? I’m not going to waste a perfectly good hostage.”
“I don’t want to die! Let me down!”
“I can untie you if you want,” Ironhide teased, “but I think it would be better
for both of us if you just continue to take my cock.” With that, Ironhide began
vigorously thrusting, shoving his cock deep into Starscream. Starscream’s mouth
fell open, another piercing scream filling the night. Ironhide’s cock was rock
hard inside him, and it rubbed pleasurably across Starscream’s most sensitive
inner areas. Starscream was enjoying this, and hated himself for it. His cock
had become erect, and drops of fluid were falling 43 stories down from his
cock. Ironhide paid no mind. He was only concerned with his own pleasure.
Ironhide stepped forward, laughing. He pushed Starscream effortlessly over the
edge of the building, until he was dangling at the mercy of his restraints. As
Starscream shrieked in fear, Ironhide grabbed his hips. He used the pendulum
effect of the suspension to pull Starscream back and forth on his cock, the
boy’s legs dangling by his own.
The combination of pain and pleasure caught up with Starscream, and he gave in
to orgasm. He rained cum upon the construction yard, spasming even as the pain
in his arms grew. Starscream’s asshole tensed rhythmically on Ironhide’s cock,
and it wasn’t long before the Autobot was approaching his peak. Unexpectedly,
he pulled his cock free and spun Starscream around. Just as Ironhide came into
focus, the rapist shot his load into Starscream’s face. Ironhide stopped
Starscream’s rotation by yanking his hair until he fell still. Ironhide’s cock
rested on Starscream’s cheek, the last few jets of cum spraying across the
boy’s nose and jaw.
Ironhide was too distracted to hear the stairwell door open. Knocked aside by
the quickly swinging door, Smokescreen was unable to shout a warning. Ironhide
was finally alerted by heavy footfalls approaching him. The battle-hardened
warrior fell to the ground, rolling instinctively to the left. He narrowly
avoided a haymaker punch from a sprinting Soundwave. The D-con was bleeding
severely, and caked with mud and sweat.
“So Smokescreen failed to kill you then,” Ironhide spoke steadily, while
getting back to his feet. He kept his eyes trained on the Decepticon.
“Must be hard to aim a gun with that mask on.”
“Must be.” Ironhide launched himself at Soundwave, aiming to throw his muscular
shoulder into the intruder’s stomach. Soundwave sensed the attack, and braced
himself against it. The clash left Soundwave stunned, but uninjured. Panicking,
Starscream struggled to free himself, but only succeeded in losing his footing.
The teenager swung precariously out over the construction site. Distracted by
the boy’s screams, Soundwave let his guard down. Ironhide took advantage of it,
landing a heavy blow on his adversary’s jaw. Soundwave stumbled backward, and
found himself on the edge of the building. Ironhide laughed as the Decepticon
struggled to steady himself.
“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Soundwave did not reply. The Decepticon struggled
to think. He was losing, badly, and unless circumstances changed, the Autobot
would finish him. Suddenly, Soundwave saw movement from behind Ironhide.
Ironhide noticed the slight change in the direction of Soundwave’s eyes, and
turned to follow it. Soundwave made the most of the change, and leapt at
Starscream’s attacker. Behind him, the boy swung in the air.
Soundwave’s move was a mistake. The movement was not a late-arriving Ravage, as
he had hoped, but Smokescreen, slowly traversing the rooftop. The Autobot fired
a poorly-aimed shot at Soundwave, which struck the concrete by his foot.
Soundwave slipped, and fell. Ironhide, discovering Soundwave’s failed attack,
ran to the downed Decepticon, planting a hard kick against his shoulder.
Soundwave slid backward, his legs escaping the roof, to dangle in the air.
Ironhide smiled, kicking him again, before he had a chance to recover.
Soundwave lost his grip, and was pushed over the edge. He clung to the rough
concrete with one hand. His right arm had been wounded from Smokescreen’s first
attempt at killing him.
“It seems that once again, you aren’t quite able to measure up.” Ironhide stood
over the Decepticon, his boots planted on either side of Soundwave’s hand.
Starscream’s shrill cries echoed against the night as the boy pleaded for his
lover’s life. “Don’t worry, kid,” Ironhide said, projecting his voice so
Starscream could hear him. “You were excellent bait, so I will be kind enough
to let you two spend eternity together.” It all clicked for Soundwave.
Smokescreen had never intended to kill him. He was supposed to come here,
supposed to die here, practically in Optimus Prime’s back yard.
“You bastard.” Soundwave spoke through gritted teeth. Ironhide ignored him.
Smokescreen handed Ironhide’s shotgun over, which the Autobot accepted
graciously. He cocked the weapon, raising it to aim at the defenseless teen.
“I WON’T LET YOU!” Soundwave bellowed, pistoning his injured arm into
Ironhide’s shin, shattering the bone. The shotgun misfired, sending a shot into
the rope that supported Starscream. As Ironhide shrieked in pain and defeat,
the teenager fell, plummeting toward the earth below.
Soundwave did not think. He pushed away from the building, launching himself
into the air, catching the rope trailing Starscream as he fell. Wind rushed
past his face as the Decepticon pulled himself to Starscream. He wrapped his
arms around the boy, and kissed him as they fell.
“I love you,” Starscream whispered.
“I love you too,” Soundwave whispered back, “More than you’ll ever know.”
***** All Are Dead *****
Chapter Notes
     When this story was originally published on Adult Fan Fiction back in
     2009, I hadn't decided on an ending. Instead, I finished the story up
     with a gag ending inspired by a few too many cocktails and a long-
     running inside joke. The actual ending is included here, in this
     anthology version, but the gag ending is right here, just for kicks.
     Also, I should note that during the original run of Energon City, I
     took a long break between chapters 7 and 8 to write a brief series
     titled Transformers: Cassettes, providing some backstory for
     Soundwave and Barricade. I may post that on here later, but there is
     a lot in this final chapter that references that work. Sorry! I
     wasn't particularly talented back in those days!
     ---
     Soundwave waited silently as the couple rushed toward the concrete
     below. His face was whipped by cold wind and fresh snow. He clutched
     Starscream with one arm, using the other to grasp fruitlessly at any
     outcropping they passed. Then, without warning, Soundwave felt his
     hand close around something. He held tight, and found that he was
     clinging to something invisible. The object seemed sturdy, but with
     some give. Soundwave had stopped their fall.
     As a strong wind blew, he found himself swinging, parallel to the
     building. An invisible trapeze? Soundwave thought. He instructed
     Starscream to hold on to him, and grasped the trapeze with both
     hands. He slowly began swinging back and forth, gaining momentum.
     Soon, they had gained enough speed, and Soundwave launched off,
     flying shortly through the air before wrapping his hands around a
     second trapeze. Amazing, Soundwave thought, all of these invisible
     trapezes all over Energon City, and only I know about them. Ironhide
     watched in confusion as Soundwave and Starscream swung delicately
     through the sky.
     ***
     Optimus sat in his office, staring out the large window that faced
     the Ark construction site. Something that didn’t make any sense was
     coming toward him.
     “What in the hell?” He spoke to no one in particular. Suddenly, a
     great figure began swinging toward him.
     Soundwave burst through the plate glass window, sending large shards
     of glass through the office.
     “Invisible trapeze motherfucker!” Soundwave screamed while jamming a
     broken chunk of glass into Optimus Prime’s chest. The Autobot leader
     died without another word, the silence of the office only broken by
     the tinkering of broken glass and the sound of Optimus voiding his
     bowels. Megatron burst into the room, firing a comically oversized
     Tommy-gun. Starscream and Soundwave easily dodged the bullets, each
     shooting Megatron with their eye-lasers. Megatron exploded and the
     two leapt out of the window, riding invisible trapezes into the
     sunrise.
The weather took a turn for the worse. Dark clouds had rolled in, obscuring the
moon, and large, heavy drops of rain began to paint the ground. Bumblebee leapt
a puddle, but landed badly. The feminine dress shoes he was wearing did not
provide much traction. Sam was ahead of him, darting through the rain.
Bumblebee pulled himself to his feet, unwilling to ask his lover for help. He
did not want Shia to think he was weak. He tried to keep up, but weeks of
isolation and underfeeding had left him in less than ideal condition. Shia was
at least half a block ahead, turning into a dark alley. Bumblebee had no idea
where they were. The flight from Megatron’s had left him disoriented. He
followed Shia with his eyes, trying to discern any specific path he may have
taken.
Bumblebee ducked into the dark alleyway, and collapsed against the filthy brick
surrounding the pair. Shia was resting as well. For all he knew, this could be
their last haven for a while. They had been on the run for hours now, and as
far as Bumblebee could tell, no one was following them. At first, he had
questioned Sam as to why they were running at all. Sam wouldn’t answer him.
Now, Bumblebee thought he knew why they ran. Shia wanted to get away, not just
from Megatron, but from the city. Energon City held nothing but bad memories
for him. Bumblebee looked out from the alley, and saw the gargantuan dark tower
that was the Ark Hotel. They were headed for his home.
***
Ironhide spat over the edge of the hotel. The rage that filled him had not been
sated by letting Soundwave and Starscream fall. He had wanted to deliver the
killing blows himself. Alas, fate had intervened.
“All’s well that ends well.” Ironhide muttered, before letting out a forced
laugh. Smokescreen stared at him in silence. “Let’s get out of here. We have an
appointment with our fearless leader.” Ironhide laughed. “He should have seen
the whole thing from his office window. I hope he enjoyed it.”
Smokescreen leaned over the building, trying to see the ground below. He
couldn’t.
***
Bumblebee and Sam ran through the construction site hand in hand. The rain had
stopped, but the ground was still reduced to thick mud. They darted between the
tall cement pillars that supported the Ark Hotel. Suddenly, Sam fell. His foot
had gotten caught in a jagged hole in the semi-finished floor. Bumblebee’s
heart jumped.
“Shia!” He ran to the boy, and helped him to his feet. “Are you ok?”
“Fine. Let’s just…” A loud gunshot above them cut him off. For a moment,
Bumblebee mistook it for thunder. Then they heard a scream.
“I won’t let you!” Sam looked at Bumblebee, confused. They ran out from under
the building, looking toward the source of the commotion.
***
Starscream’s body was limp against his chest, and Soundwave had already
dismissed any possibility of survival. Fate chose to prove him wrong. Less than
five seconds into their fall, Soundwave brushed against something. He opened
his eyes to see a long black object next to them, and instinctively grabbed for
it. The object was an enormous rubber hose, used to pump concrete up to the top
levels of the hotel. The hose was heavy and strong, but slick from the rain.
Soundwave’s grip was weakened, as his only free arm was severely injured, but
he clung with every ounce of strength he had left. At this speed, the hose
wouldn’t end their fall, but he hoped it would slow it.
Bumblebee and Sam watched in shock, as two figures fell toward them. Ten feet
off the ground, Soundwave lost his grip, and the pair fell to the mud. Out of
the four people present, none could move.
***
“The explosives were set weeks ago, sir.”
“I did not ask you if they were set, Devastator, I asked if they were armed.”
“I assure you, sir, when I flip the switch, this building, and half the block,
will be gone.”
“That’s good, Devastator, I want Prime to know that the Decepticons have grown
tired of playing with him. Thanks to your sacrifice, this city will finally
belong to me.” Megatron closed his cell phone and leaned back in his chair. The
office was still filled with the scents of blood and gunfire, but neither
bothered him. In the morning, it wouldn’t matter.
***
Soundwave was groggy when he woke up, and his vision was filled with a bright
white rectangle. It was a fluorescent light. He lifted his head. His neck was
sore, but the pain wasn’t excruciating. He was in a hospital, Starscream was
not with him. Soundwave climbed out of the bed, and looked around the room. It
was sterile, and nondescript. Confused, Soundwave stepped out into the hall.
Other than a few nurses heading away from him, it was deserted.
 
Starscream had been awake for several minutes before Bumblebee came back into
the room.
“Oh! You’re awake. Thank Primus.”
“How did I get here? Where’s Soundwave?” Sam entered just in time to answer.
“’Bee and I brought you after the fall.” He replied. Bumblebee interrupted.
“Soundwave is fine, but we don’t know what room they put him in yet.”
Starscream relaxed a bit, but flinched at the searing pain that raked most of
his body. Rape, falling a dozen stories, and being suspended over a
construction site were all somewhat detrimental to his condition.
 
Soundwave wandered the halls aimlessly. He read the names on every chart he
passed, hoping to find Starscream’s room by sheer luck. He had no idea that
Starscream’s room was two floors down, due to his significantly worse
condition. Soon, Soundwave came upon a name that stopped his search entirely.
He immediately forgot why he had left his room in the first place. He looked
through the doorway, at the man lying in bed beyond it. Barricade had aged
well, and was easily recognizable, even after seven years apart.
“Are you just gonna hold the door up all night?”
“I thought about it.”
“You never used to be that cold. What happened?”
“You happened.” Soundwave paused, wondering whom the comment had hurt more.
“Who shot you this time?”
“I’m not really sure, kid.”
“I’m not a kid anymore.”
“No, I suppose not.” Barricade turned to look at him. “I had hoped I would have
a chance to see you again. I think I need to explain…”
“Explain what? That you gave up on me? That I wasn’t worth seeing for seven
years? That I wasn’t worth the effort?”
“You know that’s not fair. What choice did we have?”
“I can’t believe you’re saying that! How hard would it have been to see each
other once in a while? Megatron isn’t omnipotent; he can’t watch us every hour
of every day!”
“You don’t give him enough credit. The man was insane with jealousy. I was
followed home every night for two years. He didn’t stop until he finished
converting you into his lapdog.”
“He did no such thing. Megatron was there for me when you weren’t.”
“And I suppose Starscream just happened to be there too, right?”
“How do you know about him?”
“I work for the guy too, you know, you ain’t the only one privilege to that
information. Its obvious you were very devastated, you must have known
Starscream for hours before you pulled him into bed.”
“Like you’ve been faithfully waiting in an empty bed.”
Barricade sat upright, rage and hurt covering his face. “I swore to you that I
would never touch another man, and I didn’t break my word.” Soundwave was
silent. He was shocked that Barricade had remembered the promise, let alone
that he had kept it, but looking into his eyes, Soundwave knew that it was
true. When Barricade spoke again, it was a softer voice, one that longed for
another time.
“I couldn’t stand to lose you, not to Megatron. I knew that you wouldn’t
understand that then, you were too young, but I knew I had to save you.”
“Jessie,” Soundwave whispered.
“I still love you, Saine. If you’ll have an old man like me.” Soundwave ran to
him, lost in the love he had abandoned almost a decade in the past.
Soundwave sat on the bed, his hand resting on Barricade’s arm. He leaned in,
and placed his lips over Barricade’s. The cop lifted his arm, holding
Soundwave’s face gently. Neither man wanted to break the kiss, and in that
embrace, they rebuilt everything that they had lost. Soundwave pulled himself
onto the bed, kneeling over Barricade’s body. He pulled the bed sheet out from
between them, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Barricade shifted
underneath Soundwave’s weight. Sam’s shot was poorly aimed, and had just barely
nicked his back, but the pressure was still somewhat painful. The kiss broke,
but was quickly repeated. The men’s breathing sped up. Soundwave opened his
lips, allowing Barricade’s tongue to probe lightly into his mouth. Their
romance quickly gave way to passion. Soundwave’s face flushed as his arousal
grew, and he moved upright, still kneeling over Barricade’s hips. He pulled the
flimsy hospital gown off, throwing it to the floor.
Barricade’s rough hands explored the smooth surface of Soundwave’s chest and
stomach. Soundwave’s body responded, as shivers raced up and down his athletic
form. Soundwave pushed Barricade’s arms away, and swiveled on the officer’s
waist. He scooted backward, until he was kneeling on Barricade’s chest. He bent
over, and pulled Barricade’s cock into his mouth. Barricade sighed and placed
his hands on Soundwave’s hips. He pulled Soundwave toward him, until he was
able to lick the underside of his lover’s shaft. Soundwave practically melted
against him, and Barricade’s cock fell from his mouth as the pleasure swept
over him. Barricade ran his tongue around Soundwave’s tender anus, and
Soundwave shrieked in response. Not wanting to be outdone, Soundwave dropped
his mouth over Barricade’s cock, engulfing it in warm pleasure. He welcomed
Barricade’s cock into his throat, dropping his head until his lips met
Barricade’s waist. Barricade chuckled softly, “Looks like we’ve finally got
time for foreplay.” Soundwave couldn’t help but smile to himself as he sucked
on his lover.
Barricade held Soundwave’s ass to his face, his tongue dancing around
Soundwave’s asshole. Soundwave felt Barricade’s cock swell, and lifted his head
to bob it rapidly while sucking on the head. Barricade dropped his head back,
hitting the pillow, as he gave in to the pleasure Soundwave was giving him. He
slipped his finger into Soundwave’s ass, thrusting it in rhythm with
Soundwave’s movement. He squeezed Soundwave’s thigh as he came, in an attempt
to warn him. Soundwave either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. Soundwave lifted
his head after the first surge of cum, replacing his mouth with his hand, to
watch the rest of it run down Barricade’s cock. He leaned in afterwards,
licking his lover clean; taking great pride in the spasms that greeted his
additional attention. He turned, kneeling over Barricade’s chest, as the
officer pulled Soundwave’s cock into his mouth. Barricade kept his finger
inside Soundwave, massaging his prostate as he sucked on the swollen cock.
Soundwave grinned coyly, “Well this is a first isn’t it?” he moaned in
disappointment as Barricade released his shaft.
“You keep that up boy, and it ain’t never gonna happen, understand?” Barricade
retorted, as Soundwave shot him his most apologetic look. “That’s better.” He
said grinning before resuming his task.
Soundwave stroked Barricade’s neck as he was serviced, unashamed to let a few
squeals escape his lips. Barricade didn’t work long, before Soundwave was
leaning his head against the wall behind the bed, moaning loudly.
Barricade stopped for a moment, “You want the whole damned hospital to hear
you?”
Soundwave whined softly, he was so close, “Come on Jessie, no one’s going to
hear me, Jesus, I’m so fucking close…please?” he panted heavily trying to force
himself down on Barricade’s fingers more.
Barricade chuckled, “Please what?” he grinned and deliberately licked the
underside of Soundwave’s cock.
Soundwave spasmed, and bit his lip, “Please finish me off, do you know how long
I’ve dreamed about coming in your mouth for a change?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Barricade drawled, “I guess I can’t resist,
boy.”
“I’m not a boy anymore Jessie” Soundwave chastised.
“You’re still my boy.” Barricade shot him a cocky smirk before pulling
Soundwave’s length back into his waiting mouth, he ran his tongue over the
head, and resumed thrusting his fingers into Soundwave’s anus. Soundwave cried
out loudly.
“Ah! Jessie, I’m gonna cum!” Soundwave tangled his fingers into the trooper’s
hair as he hit his peak. Barricade couldn’t help but crinkle his nose when
Soundwave’s cum filled his mouth, but he figured if Soundwave could do it, how
hard could it be.
Soundwave moved back, squatting over Barricade’s cock. It had gotten hard
again. Soundwave lowered himself over the erect shaft, but it had been a long
time since anyone had entered him. Soundwave bit his lip and did his best to
hide the pain as he slid down over Barricade’s cock. He placed his hands on
Barricade’s chest, and tried to support most of his weight on his legs.
Soundwave slid up, until only the head of Barricade’s cock was inside of him,
before dropping back down.
Barricade moaned as Soundwave rode him. Soundwave’s ass felt as tight as it did
on their first night together. His cock was still sensitive from his first
orgasm, and Soundwave’s heat was filling his body. Soundwave leaned over him,
and they kissed. Soundwave moved his hips more rapidly, now that he had gotten
used to having Barricade inside of him again. Barricade began to thrust back,
slamming his cock into Soundwave each time the younger man came down onto him.
Soundwave broke the kiss, crying out abruptly, and his head fell onto
Barricade’s chest. He began to cry out loudly with each thrust. Cum shot across
Barricade’s stomach, and Soundwave spasmed uncontrollably. He clenched his
hands, and his nails dug into Barricade’s skin. Soundwave was unable to
continue his upward movement, but Barricade thrust into him, quickly moving
just the first few inches of his cock inside Soundwave’s tight hole. Barricade
reached down and grabbed Soundwave’s ass, squeezing the taut flesh as he came
again. Soundwave inhaled sharply as Barricade’s cum filled him. The heat from
their sex stayed with him as he collapsed against his lover. They lay still for
nearly an hour, until Barricade spoke again.
“You never told me what you were doing here.”
“Starscream and I were…Starscream…” Soundwave went pale. “I have to go.”
Soundwave slid off of the bed, and gathered up his gown.
“So you have moved on then.” Barricade muttered.
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand, but I can’t just turn around and leave
him without a word. I’ve missed you, but I love Starscream.”
“If you love him, why did you come to me?”
“I have to go.” Soundwave backed out of the room, unable to take his eyes off
of Barricade’s form.
***
“Soundwave?” Starscream tried to turn his head.
“I can’t believe I found you!” Soundwave fell into a chair by Starscream’s bed,
obviously winded. “This place is enormous.”
“Look at you,” Bumblebee started. “You look exhausted.”
“I’ve been wandering around for hours.” Soundwave hoped that Bumblebee would be
satisfied. “What the hell are you doing in here anyway, kid?”
“Bumblebee found us,” Starscream replied. “He and Sam were at the hotel when we
fell.”
“What Ironhide did to you two is unforgivable. When my father finds out…”
“Sorry, Bee,” Sam began, “He already knows.” Bumblebee was confused. “Optimus
and the Autobots have been slipping farther into criminal tactics since your
abduction. They all refused to help me when you went missing. I couldn’t even
get in to see your father.”
Soundwave found it difficult to focus on the conversation. Everyone seemed to
be interested in the war outside, while he was busy with his own battles.
Barricade had left him before, how could he trust that he wouldn’t leave again?
At the same time, would he be any better if he left Starscream the moment
Barricade returned? Finally, he interrupted the discussion.
“Right now, we need to focus on getting out of town. The D-cons won’t stop
until they rule the city, and we’re all on their shit list now. We’ll need
allies if we’re going to get out.”
“Allies? Who the hell will help us?” Starscream asked, incredulously.
“I have a few people in mind.”
***
“One minute, Devastator.”
“Yes sir. It’s been an honor serving under you.”
“Yes, of course it has.”
***
“How am I supposed to help y’all escape Energon City? I’ve been shot; or did
you forget?”
“You were healthy enough to fuck me a few minutes ago.” Barricade chuckled.
Soundwave’s cell phone rang. He had redressed in his room before stopping by
Barricade’s.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?” It was Ravage. “Weren’t we supposed to meet at the
hotel like, 4 hours ago?”
“I’m in the hospital, we are, actually.”
“We?”
“Starscream and I. Autobots.”
“Both alive?”
“For now.”
“I’m leaving the hotel now. Meet me outside.” He hung up. Soundwave looked to
Barricade.
“Are you going to help us or not?”
“Does helping you have to include helping him?”
“Jessie…”
“Get my clothes.”
***
Soundwave, Starscream, Bumblebee, Sam, and Barricade stood outside. The wounded
cop eyed Sam suspiciously, while Bumblebee did his best to stay out of sight.
They looked across the city skyline, dominated by the incomplete Ark Hotel.
Soundwave pulled out his cell phone, and dialed.
“Laserbeak, get in touch with…” The world went silent. The five survivors
looked on as the Ark became a glaring white light. Even almost a mile away,
they felt the heat of the explosion wash over them. The hotel became an instant
inferno, towering over the decaying city around it. As the cacophonous blast
rang in their ears, Soundwave and Barricade instinctively fell to the ground.
Bumblebee clung to Sam’s chest. Just as he was blacking out, Starscream
couldn’t help but notice Soundwave gingerly helping Barricade to his feet.
***
The door to Prime’s office splintered as Smokescreen’s boot connected. Ironhide
ran past him, into the smoldering room. Prime was dying. There was no hope of
saving him. His body was shredded from the hundreds of shards of glass that
used to be the bay window facing the Ark. Ironhide felt little remorse for the
Autobot leader. He had often cursed Prime’s lack of initiative, and his
unwillingness to fight. He stepped over burning pieces of destroyed furniture,
and stopped at the body. Smokescreen watched as Ironhide removed a large,
ornate ring from Optimus’s finger.
“I am the new leader of the Autobots. Smokescreen, roll out.”
***
“Ravage! Ravage!” The familiar voice brought Starscream out of his daze.
Soundwave was screaming into his cell phone, apparently with little success.
“Are you still there? Ravage!” He threw the device to the ground. “Damn it
all.”
“Starscream’s awake again!” Bumblebee shouted. “How do you feel?”
“Fantastic.” Starscream muttered. “What happened?”
“The hotel was bombed, you passed out.”
“That part I knew.”
“Oh, right. Soundwave is trying to get a hold of some allies; he thinks we’re
going to need them to get out of the city.” Bumblebee glanced over his
shoulder. “It isn’t going well.” Starscream sat up, and looked across the
cityscape. The Ark Hotel was now a smoking skeleton, alight with large fires;
it would never be the monument Prime had envisioned. Starscream looked to
Soundwave, who was leaning against the brick wall of the hospital. He looked
younger, somehow, his usual cynical glare replaced by panic and insecurity.
Barricade sat on the sidewalk, his back to the group. It occurred to Starscream
that Sam was missing, and as if conjured by the thought, the boy stepped out of
the hospital’s glass doorway.
“No luck. The hospital’s phone lines are down too. It’s just chaos in there.”
Bumblebee immediately stood and ran to Sam. It seemed as though they had
reached a dead end. “Soundwave, what do we do now?”
“I…I don’t know.” Soundwave’s reply was aimed at no one, or everyone. In the
silence that followed, Starscream heard Barricade draw one final breath through
a tattered cigarette. The hardened man stood, flicking the smoking butt to the
asphalt. He turned to face the refugees.
“Way I see it,” He began, “We got to get out of town, am I right?” He swaggered
toward Soundwave, and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “What say we
gather who we can, and run. Energon City is dead now. Let Megatron pick over
its corpse.” Barricade walked through the group, and into the hospital.
Bumblebee and Sam followed, leaving Soundwave and Starscream alone. The
teenager stood, and helped Soundwave to his feet. Soundwave leaned on the boy,
trying to clear his head.
“Let’s walk,” Starscream said. “You need more air.” Soundwave nodded.
The couple circled the corner, walking down an infrequently noticed alleyway
between the hospital and a parking garage.
“Do you still love him?” Starscream asked. Barricade’s name was not needed.
“I don’t know.”
“Does he love you?”
“I don’t know that he ever did.” Soundwave sighed, but shifted his weight off
of Starscream. The teen stared straight ahead.
“I’m not ready to lose you, Soundwave.”
“Then don’t.” Soundwave stopped, and pulled Starscream against the cold bricks
of the hospital. He leaned in, and kissed the boy’s neck. He was filled with
the familiar scent of the teenager, the wild air that seemed to circulate
around him. Starscream moaned, his body collapsing against the building.
Soundwave’s hands swam across his body, his rough fingers sliding effortlessly
under Starscream’s clothes. Soundwave held Starscream’s face with one hand,
guiding the boy’s lips to his own, as he unbuttoned Starscream’s jeans.
Starscream helped him. Unzipping the oppressive denim, he pulled Soundwave’s
hand to his cock. Soundwave cupped his boyhood, gently massaging as it swelled
in his grip. Soundwave pulled the cock free, and lowered to his knees.
“What are you doing?” Starscream wasn’t used to this role reversal.
“Lean back,” Was Soundwave’s only reply. He pulled Starscream’s legs, one at a
time, onto his shoulders, so that the boy was sitting on them, with his back
against the wall and his cock even with Soundwave’s face. He parted his lips
and let Starscream enter his mouth. He dragged his tongue along the length of
Starscream’s cock, opening his throat around its head. Soundwave held
Starscream’s ass, helping to support his weight. His pinky slipped onto
Starscream’s tender anus. The boy squirmed against the wall, groaning loudly
through clenched teeth. Soundwave bobbed his mouth around Starscream’s cock,
hoping to find forgiveness, both from Starscream, and from himself.
Starscream threw one arm up against the brick, his other hand clutching the
back of Soundwave’s head. His groans transformed into shouts as his fingers
clenched.
“Tell me…Tell me you still love me!” Starscream begged. “Tell me…please!” His
request was choked off as his breath paused. Soundwave had slipped his pinky
inside of the boy, pushing him over the edge. Starscream came, and Soundwave
pulled his head back, letting the hot fluid spill between them.
Bumblebee and Sam had hardly noticed the pair’s absence until they had rejoined
the group. Barricade watched them approach.
“Phones’re back.” He said. Soundwave stepped quickly away from Starscream, and
reached for the phone on the desk by Barricade. The cop watched him knowingly.
“Who are we trying to reach, anyway?” Bumblebee asked, always curious.
“Ravage,” Soundwave started, ignoring the wince on Barricade’s face. “And
Laserbeak. They’ll help us get set up somewhere new.”
“Somewhere new?” Sam piped in, “Where exactly would that be?” All eyes went to
Barricade, as if he should know the answer. He simply shrugged.
“Metroplex.” The response came from Starscream. “The D-cons couldn’t find us
there. The city is huge.”
“It’s a good idea,” Barricade added. “Soon as Megatron gets bored of playing
world-domination, he’ll come after us, and he wouldn’t think to look there.
He’d expect us in Trypticon first.” Soundwave nodded in agreement, though he
was not paying attention. To divert his mind from the growing guilt, he focused
on his task, dialing every number he could remember. Finally, the dial tone
broke off, and a panting Ravage answered.
“Hello?” It was the last word Soundwave heard. The hospital’s power died. The
five were cast into dark silence. Suddenly, Bumblebee screamed, and Soundwave
noticed the reflection of the lobby’s emergency lights on a pair of black
goggles, worn above a cracked smile.
Blackout laughed. It was a shrill, insane sound. The killer’s head seemed to
scrape the ceiling; his tall, skeletal frame towered over Bee and Sam, who were
unfortunate enough to be by the door. Barricade pulled his guns free from their
holsters, unloading two rounds before anyone else was able to react. Blackout
dropped low to the floor, sweeping his leg out in a sharp arc that caught Sam
by the ankle. Blackout scurried over the boy, rolling behind a receptionist’s
desk. Soundwave dropped the phone and pulled out his own weapons, circling
around to guard the younger runaways. The three combatants waited, each looking
for who would take the next move. Blackout acted first, kicking the desk into
Barricade while leaping at the lesser prepared Soundwave. His arms swung over
his head in a great circle. In each hand, he clutched a long blade.
Soundwave threw himself to the left, avoiding Blackout’s attack by inches.
Soundwave fired, but the attack had ruined his aim, and the bullets flew
harmlessly through the lobby. Barricade climbed over the desk, regaining his
feet. He sprinted across the room, closing the distance between himself and
Blackout, while firing repeatedly at the lanky assassin. Blackout dodged
backwards, leaving the bullets to bury themselves in the linoleum. He reached
into the depths of his trench coat, and closed his fist around a small round
object. Blackout cackled, and hurled the round thing at Soundwave.
“Grenade!” Shouted Barricade, pulling Soundwave behind the main counter. Sam
and Bumblebee ran to them, and Starscream, already behind the heavy wooden
thing, simply ducked. They waited for the explosion, but nothing came. Seconds
later, the lights returned. Barricade stood to find them alone. A nurse ran
into the lobby, panic-stricken.
“What in the hell is going on down here?” She asked. No one replied. Barricade
bent over and picked up the grenade. It was a yellow rubber ball. Blackout had
left them.
“He wants us scared.” Barricade muttered.
“It’s working.” Soundwave replied. “We don’t have time to wait for help
anymore. It’s time to leave.” Barricade smiled.
“Then let’s get goin’ while the goin’s good.”
The moon was setting when the five companions left the hospital. By the time
they got out of the city, the sun had risen over Megatron’s city. Barricade’s
squad car raced down the highway, putting as many miles as possible between
them. The last towers of Energon City fell beneath the horizon, and still, no
one looked back.
 
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